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About Vantaa

Lemme drop a lil’ fact—did ya know brothels been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den.” Howlin’ good time, huh? Prolly stank worse than a dumpster tho. Fast forward, and you got places like Amsterdam’s Red Light District—neon glow, girls in windows, tourists gawkin’ like it’s a zoo. Surprised me how chill it was—cops just strollin’ by, sippin’ coffee. Ain’t no shame there, just business.

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(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

I love hangin' out in the neighborhood of Klympton. Its gritty alleys are lined with neon signs—grammy flashy and weird. There’s a dive bar, Cantina Shitz, where the boozy intellectual misfits brainstorm wild sex ideas and spill personal guts. Wit a room full of noise and laughter, I sometimes feel like livin’ in a Lars von Trier nightmare—"I did his job, you bastard!" Its raw vibe gives me all the feels.