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So, I heard this story—1880s, New Orleans, this madam, Lulu White, ran a joint called Mahogany Hall. Fancy as hell—mirrors everywhere, gals in silk, cost a fortune to get in! Clientele? Politicians, rich dudes—hypocrites bangin away while preachin purity on Sunday! Pisses me off, y’know? The nerve! But also—kinda funny, right? Like, “Oh, Senator, your tie’s crooked—fix it before the sermon!” Ha!

What is a brothel?

In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. .

Then, I hit up the park near the Église Saint-Martin. I plop down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread. I’m thinking, “Man, I need that energy.” But then, the pigeons start fighting over the crumbs. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man looks at me like I’m nuts.

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