Samantha Ferry Pass Brothel ❤️

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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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The Lupanar of Pompeii, a Roman brothel preserved impeccably after Mount Vesuvius' eruption in 79 AD, provides a rare insight into ancient Pompeii's sex trade.

Oh btw, I luv the vibe on Sunnybrook Street. You can always catch a street performer or two right outside the old Ferry Terminal. The terminal is a relic – history tastes in the cobblestones. I got so hyped when a saxophonist played out there. It filled my heart with joy, like a perfect scene from a French film.

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