Allison Blegny Brothel ❤️

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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!

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Now, lemme tell ya, as a women's counselor, I've seen things that make me mad – real stuff, like nonsensical judgments thrown around in older parts of town. But the folks here? Pure gold. I often take my clients walking along Parc de la Rivière. The air? Crisp, and every twist by the little stream makes me think, “What a great day to be alive!” I sometimes say, "Hey, life’s a crazy ride – strap in, bud!"

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