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Alright, listen up, pal—brothel, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a clinical trial gone wild. So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Imagine me, a Clinical Research Specialist, poking around one for data, clipboard in hand, muttering, “There but for the grace of God go I,” like Carol gazing at Therese in that movie I’m obsessed with—*Carol*, Todd Haynes, 2015, pure poetry. Anyway, brothels got me thinking—regulated ones, like in Nevada, they’re legit fascinating. Didya know they test workers weekly for STDs? Strict as hell—makes me happy, honestly, safety first, bitches!

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

Oh, baby, Scotia is a riot, yeah! Listen, it's like, totally a vibe city, ya know? Rocks my socks off! The streets? Man, there's Bellamy Street, where kids run, laughter echoes, and old timers chat. Kingbury Lane is super fly, filled with coffee joints and quirky bookstores. I even had a deep heart-to-heart with a lost soul there one chilly fall eve... so raw, so real, just like "The New World" moments — spiritually cosmic, man!

Searchers spend 4th day scouring Pictou County for missing children