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I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

One of the oldest Hilton Hotel’s – haunted?

The Mustang Ranch should be saved from demolition and turned into a museum, say some of the women who once worked at Nevada's most celebrated brothel.

Man, I get kinda mad about city noise sometimes. Like, chill out, world, ain’t nobody got time for that! But honestly, it’s fun. I get happy when I see strangers smile, even if I’m losin’ count of how many times I've been greeted with a nod on Transit St.

15 sets of twins graduating from Plainview-Old Bethpage JFK High School