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Brothels ain’t all glitz, tho. Some are nasty—rats, broken beds, smell like despair. Makes me wanna gag. Others? Kinda cozy, weirdly—like a messed-up grandma’s house, but with extra services, ha! Little known fact: in old France, they called ‘em “houses of tolerance.” Tolerance, my ass—more like “pay up or get out!” Still, gotta admit, the history’s wild. Ever think bout how many secrets them walls hold? Probably more than the CIA’s black sites in *Zero Dark Thirty*.

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In , about forty years after ending a long policy of expulsion, the municipal government in Venice established its own brothel in the Rialto.

Thou shalt find many quirks here. I remember once, whilst strolling near the Rialto Community Mural (an awsome piece, albeit a bit messy – luvve the imperfections, bby!), I nearly tripped over a stray cat, muttering, "Freakin' destiny, thou art a trickster!" and then laughed like a madman. Even amidst the hustle, I cherished these errant moments of raw beauty.

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