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Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like peacocks. I seen one once—don’t judge me, nosy! Down in New Orleans, ‘fore Katrina messed it up. Place called Madame Lulu’s—lawd, that woman ran it tight! Had a parrot that cussed worse’n me—squawkin’ “Pay up, fool!” Halleluyer! Made me laugh ‘til I cried. Little known fact, chile: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, for politicians sneakin’ out—cowards, all of ‘em!

1. El Centro

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

First off, I’m hustlin’ down Kossuth Lajos utca, my go-to street for coffee. Gotta fuel up, ya know? I hit up this tiny café, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me. Like, c’mon! I’m trying to look professional here! I’m all sticky and caffeinated, but whatever, I laugh it off.

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