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Anyways, this one time, a chick stumbles into my bar—total hot mess—says she worked a brothel in Reno. Spilled tea ‘bout the “madam” rulin’ with an iron fist, kept ‘em in line like Brad Pitt yellin’, “You in the wrong place, Nazi!” She laughed, I laughed—then I cried a lil inside. Tough gig, man. Hmm… I’d rather sling beers than deal with that crap. What d’ya think—brothels sound fun or fuckin’ nuts?

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Nov 23,  · To protect the women from violent customers, police introduced bars to the windows and doors of brothels in the s. These "cages" still exist today and some women .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are you? We need you at the farm!” I’m like, “Seriously? I’m in the middle of Marousi living my best life!” But duty calls, so I head back.

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