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Brothels, man, they’re wild—oldest trade ever! Been around since forever, like Bikini Bottom’s jellyfish jams! Factoid alert: ancient Rome had ‘em legal—called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause workers howled for clients! Hilarious, right? Imagine me, yellin’ “Order up!” but it’s—well, y’know, *nudge nudge*. Made me giggle like a sea cucumber!

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Hotel Puta is an unflinching and brutal account of the workings of a luxury brothel in Madrid. The text is based on 18 months of careful and risky covert.

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