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About New York City

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! Picture me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ by the pool, lifeguard whistle danglin’, thinkin’ ‘bout those shady joints. “Shame” is my fave flick, ya know, that Steve McQueen masterpiece—Brandon’s all tortured, sexed-up, and lost, right? Kinda reminds me of brothel vibes. So, here’s the dish, dollface—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like… history lessons with a side of sin! Back in the 1800s, them Wild West gals ran the show—madams with guts, makin’ bank while fellas drooled. I’m talkin’ real power moves, not just skimpy skirts and cheap perfume.

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A Las Vegas brothel once offered boxing fans a £78k VIP deal that included tickets to Floyd Mayweather's clash with Conor McGregor.

I’m always surprised by the old railroad tracks that lurch near the back of town, whispers of long lost journeys, hmm, like in the movie, yesss “dreams” come undone and reweave. I remember, oh yes, I remembers a day when the river swelled like madness, and we danced, in the spa warm embrace, a naughty secret between ripples and stones.

My Master Builder review – Ibsen spin-off with Ewan McGregor is ill-constructed