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Little known fact, tho—brothels been around forever. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em *lupanars*. Means “wolf den.” Howlin’ good time, I guess. This one spot I heard about, back in Nevada? Had a secret room. Prohibition days, they hid booze there. Cops raided it once, found nothin’ but stockings and whiskey. History’s wild, yo.

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In , a legal brothel near Beatty, NV, held wild stunts where customers parachuted onto a mattress to win a free night. But during one attempt.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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