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Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had 35 of em? Proper red-light district, lava couldn’t even stop it! Walls scratched with rude lil reviews—imagine TripAdvisor, but for togas and quickies. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout some Roman geezer scribblin, “Lads, Venus here’s a ripper!” Fast forward, and here we are, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they reckon. Ain’t that wild? Gets me all giddy, like spotin a rare bird mid-flight.

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Maison D'Amour.

Right, lemme start with the basics: I've strolled down Terry Street – yep, that one right near the old sawmill – and roamed by Fester Park where couples, err... well, get it on under the stars. Sharon! The place is lively, a mishmash of artsy vibes and cheeky underground parties. You ever seen a mural on East Whippet Lane? It's bonkers – like a neon pulse in the middle of nowhere, bursting with color and secret nooks perfect for, uh... intimate talks.

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