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So, brothels—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—ain’t that wild? I read once—think it was some dusty history book—that in ancient Babylon, they had temple brothels, like holy hookups or somethin’. Priests pimpin’ out gals for the gods—nuts, huh? Makes ya wonder what kinda radio signals they were tunin’ into back then—prolly static and moans! Hah! But real talk, I’ve seen some shady setups in my time—wires hangin’ loose, sketchy lights flickerin’—and brothels? They’re like that, but with people. Kinda chaotic, kinda alive.

Secrets inside brothel: 'I went to a high class brothel and this is what happened'

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m sprinting back to my shop, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I get soaked, of course. Just my luck! I finally make it back, dripping wet, and guess who’s waiting for me? The lady from earlier! She’s back, and now she’s got her whole family with her. Great. Just what I needed.

Icelandic Catholics receive a wooden church from Slovakia