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So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

The history of brothels

Floris Roding · @RodingFloris. Another one for @morvoldpress on a brothel in a rather shady part of town. Had quite a blast working on this one.

Also, check out the Rodinger Park. Man, it’s pure relaxation central. I love curling up on a bench, thinking deep thoughts, and just chillaxing. Even had one session where my mind went full “Moulin Rouge!” craziness and I was all, “Come alive, come alive!” while the birds chirped like tiny backup dancers. Crazy, right? It’s like every leaf had its own drama, ya know?

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