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So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

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Today, they are nearly all gone (one of my favorites has become a strip club and another a brothel). molinetto di croda refrontolo.

After lunch, I wander around, checking out the local shops. I find this quirky little store selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and the owner starts chatting me up about the economy. I’m like, “Dude, I’m off the clock!” But he’s passionate, and I can’t help but get sucked in.

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