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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

Four freed after police raid on brothel in an Estepona home

Enslaved women brought to Cuba from. Africa were able to operate taverns out of their homes, hire themselves out for household work, and, given the high demand.

Hey, listen up, comrade. I'm in Padron, es – a speshul place. I've lived here tll years, so trust me, I know. Streets like Calle Mayor and Avenida del Mar are real gems. Ever wandered through A Maceira? Its cobbled paths are chill AF. Now, my spa – yep, the best damn spa here – is on Plaza de la Paz. I give relaxation like a boss.

Pablo Sebastian Padron, Ph.D.