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I’d walk into a brothel—total chaos! Sticky floors, dim lights—ugh, grosses me out! Bet they got weird rules too—like, “No sandals past midnight!” What’s that about? I’d be rantin’ in my head—*Larry, don’t touch nothin’!* Probly smells like regret and bad decisions. But—get this—some places, they’re legal! Nevada’s got ‘em, all official-like. Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Guy named Dennis Hof ran it—total character! Died in 2018, tho—found him *in* the brothel! Talk about goin’ out with a bang—ha! Too much? Too much.

A designer of experiences for museums and TV channels

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

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