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But then – get this – some crazy history! In old Nevada, brothels had menus. Menus! Like, “Gimme the special, hold the clap!” Hilarious, right? Cracked me up, thinkin’ of ‘em orderin’ like it’s the Krusty Krab! I’m picturin’ it now, me flippin’ tables, goin’, “Who’s cookin’ this mess?!” Oh, and once, this madam – true story – she hid a gangster’s loot in her brothel’s walls. Cops tore it up, found zilch – she’d moved it! Sneaky, I love it! Made me grin like a jellyfish on a joyride.

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In the former she was the clever adulterous wife, and in the latter she appeared as Moy-ael, a prostitute who runs a brothel. Roding, and Boukje Thijs (eds.).

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

The tiny Essex village that is even smaller than it was 300 years ago