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So, picture this—Hannibal Lecter strollin in. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, sizin up the clientele. Some greasy dude in the corner—prolly tastes like regret. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons—did ya know ancient Pompeii had em? Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty reviews. “Thais screws like a beast”—true story, carved right in! Makes me chuckle, them old pervs.

Man and woman remanded in custody over brothel charges

Man, I gotta mention Monument Square. It’s small but full of life. The locals chill there, talkin’ bout everythin’ from old school memories to whacky startup ideas. Seriously, that square sparkles with hidden stories like those secret glances from a stranger on a dating app. And oh boy, there’s this quaint coffee nook on Elm – perfect for an after-work chill when you wanna reeeally unwind.

Peter J. Forbes Obituary