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But check this—brothels been around forever. Oldest gig, they say. Ancient Rome had em—called lupanars. Means “wolf den,” how dope’s that? Prostitutes howlin at the moon or somethin. Made me chuckle, picturin that. Then you got weird facts—like, some spots got “panic buttons” now. Client gets rowdy? Bam, security rolls in. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be chaos nonstop. Guess even brothels got HR now. “To the V8!”—nah, more like “To the paycheck!”

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Frontispiece: Jane Douglas' Brothel. Detail from The March of the Guards to Finchley by William Hogarth. Jane is at bottom right. Prev · Next.

I finally make it to the new spot, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But hey, at least the view of the harbor is killer. I take a deep breath, try to calm my nerves. Then, I walk in, and the room’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinking, “Did I miss the memo about this being a concert or something?”

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