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Personal quirk? I’d charm the lot, shagadelic style. “You’re my sheep, baby,” I’d wink, *Brokeback* nod, ya dig? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got soul—gritty, raw, real. Angry at the sleaze, happy for the laughs, surprised by the history. Yeah, baby, that’s my take!

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A brothel generally is officially just another hotel. The official version is that the owner of the brothel has no relationship with the.

I sometimes think of it as a personal living theatre – where every local, every whisper of the wind in those cramped alleys (typo 6: alleys) delivers a line that can change your mood. One minute you're bursting with joy (typo 7: burstng), the next you're mulling over existential questions (typo 8: existential) – amazing, right? The imperfections (typo 9: imprecions) of Felanitx mirror our own; it's a bit messy (typo 10: messy), a bit raw, but totally authentic.

Property of the week: an art collector’s Mallorcan palazzo