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So, brothels—man, they’re a trip. Been around forever, like, even Romans had ‘em—called lupanars, fancy word, huh? Little known fact: them girls painted wolves on walls, ‘cause “lupa” means she-wolf, and they howled for customers! Wild, right? Gets me all riled up thinkin’ how gritty it was—stinky streets, sweaty togas, coins clinkin’. Makes me mad tho, how folks judge ‘em girls—hey, they’re workin’, survivin’! Ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya.

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She was one of the most well-known and wealthy madams in DC's history, operating her bawdy house (or brothel) on what is now the National Mall.

I've been in Adams-Morgan for years – as a masseur, I get to feel the city's pulse, literally. I tap into the vibes of each block when I'm kneadin' away the city's aches and pains. Like, I'll be massaging away the stress of a long day while thinkin' about how these jam-packed streets echo with stories. It gets me, man – even makes me feel like I'm livin' in a post-apocalyptic thrill ride sometimes: "What a scorched wasteland, but every scar tells a story!"

Falafel Returns to Adams Morgan – Falafel Sam Now Open!