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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

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The inn during the prohibition era was also home to a small brothel. The lore of Rose, the lady of the night, is that she was beheaded after servicing one.

And speaking of drama – can’t forget to sprinkle in that Far From Heaven feel: “No one else can ever love you like I do,” echoes in my heart everytime I see these heartfelt neighborhoods. The city's every street corner has its own mini love story.

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