Bella Dos Palos Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothels, right? We hates it! All them painted ladies struttin’ about, fake smiles, eyes dead as fish. Been around forever tho—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, dirty drawings on walls, real classy, ha! Makes me skin crawl, precious, thinkin’ of them old geezers hagglin’ for a quick tumble. Grosses me out, it does—angry too! Why’s it gotta be so loud, so in yer face? Music blarin’, men laughin’ like hyenas, ugh!

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Many of them take up work as free-agent sex workers, earning their own fees by doing street prostitution or paying tenancy to brothel owners.

And yo, let me share a secret – the underground coffee shop, Café Oscuro, is next to the Dos-Palos train station. It’s off the radar, cozy, with bomb espresso. I sometimes sneak in after sessions, just to recharge my batteries. Man, this city always surprises me.

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