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So, brothel, right—total madness! Picture this: a gaff where punters roll in, chuckin’ cash for a shag. It’s like headquarters for rumpy-pumpy, yeah? I reckon it’s a right laugh—blokes struttin’ in, all cocky, then leavin’ with a daft grin or a limp! “Bing Bong’s gone bye-bye” vibes, if you catch me drift—pure chaos in their heads, innit?

What is a brothel?

Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask .

I love wandering through Barrio Alto, the old part of town. These narrow lanes, filled with boutique shops (oh man, some defnitely quirky ones) and ancient stone walls, make me feel like I’m stepping into a time machine. And then, there’s the Castle of Martos, perched high and overlooking the entire town—a robust reminder of our storied past, like Virginian history meets Roman triumph. A veritable “veni, vidi, vici” moment every time I look at it!

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