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So, brothel—dark corners, smoky air. Little fact, ya? In old Japan, geishas—nah, not whores!—got mixed up wit’ dem. Ppl t’ought, “Oh, same t’ing!” Idiots! Made me mad, dat confusion. Geishas, we got art, grace—like Shu Qi in da film, ya? “A blade in shadow.” Brothel girls? Dey got nothin’ but bruises. Once saw one, tiny gal, eyes like dead fish—broke me heart, swear it!

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In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. Missing: Eastham.

You know what gets my blood pumpin’? Those hidden trails along the bay. I once found a quiet spot near Windy Knoll Lane (dont ask me how I gotta remember weird names, lol). It’s a place where you can whisper secrets to the wind and sometimes even catch a lurid confession or two. It baffles me – and gets me mad at times – how everything's so damn natural here.

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