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About New York City

So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

Names of more men accused of paying for sex at high-end brothels in Mass. revealed in court

I gotta be honest, sometimes I get all riled up about how critics overlook the city’s sensual energy. Seriously, people underestimate our cozy quirks! It’s like watching Moonrise Kingdom without the pinks and purples—so bland! And who wants that, right? Life’s too short for boring vibes. I keep tellin' folks, “Yeah, baby, it’s the city that feels every little pulse—every whispered secret, every sly smile in a café corner.”

Dry docking of Manitowoc's WWII submarine museum USS Cobia vital to protecting history