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I’m thinkin’, who runs these joints? Madams, obvi—boss bitches of their day. Victorian era, they’d strut in corsets, smokin’ cigars, countin’ cash. One gal, Lulu White, New Orleans legend, built a crib with mirrors everywhere—creepy flex, but iconic. Clientele? Politicians, priests—ooh, the hypocrisy! “It’s not a sin if it’s quiet,” they’d say, winkin’ at the altar. Pisses me off, that double standard crap—still does!

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Names of 11 more men accused of paying for sex at high-end brothels in Mass. revealed in court. Court hearings for "wealthy and well.

Now, a couple of fun facts for ya: Escada’s got a street art scene on Rua da Liberdade that’s so underrated—graffiti that screams ‘rebellion’ and ‘romance’ at the same time. I swear, sometimes it feels like all the color splashes are messages from an undercover squad of love gurus. Also, there's this quirky little market in the morning on Mercado Municipal where locals bargain like it’s the last mission before sunrise. It’s so authentic, it almost makes you anxious – in a "we shot and scored" kinda way.

Escada readies for another creative reboot