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But ugh, the sleaze! Old-timey brothels—disease city! Syphilis jackpot, no antibiotics, yikes. Dudes droppin’ like flies, still lined up—idiots! No capes, no condoms, no brains! Laughin’ at that, sorry not sorry. Ever hear ‘bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a fancy-ass spot—velvet, champagne, $500 a night! Inflation-adjusted, that’s millions, dahlings! Classy, but still a brothel—shocked me how glam it got.

Why Al Fakher Lounge was closed down

The gunpowder for these festivities was stored in this little courtyard, now gone, off Shoe Lane. The poet Richard Lovelace, who wrote “four.

So, I head to this job on Gyeonggi-daero. I’m thinkin’ I’ll just build a nice bookshelf, right? Easy peasy. But nah, the client, this lady named Mrs. Kim, she’s like, “Can you make it out of oak?” I’m like, “Sure, lady, but oak ain’t cheap!” She just smiles and says, “Money’s no object.” Yeah, right. I’m thinkin’ she probably just won the lottery or somethin’.

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