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Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

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In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. .

After that, I decided to stroll down to the Shlomi Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids running around, people chilling. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and BAM! He spills his ice cream all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” But then he looks up at me with those big eyes, and I can’t even be mad. I just laugh it off. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes of chaos.

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