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Oh, and the smells – Jesus, don’t get me started. Stale beer, cheap perfume, regret – like that eerie quiet in *Werckmeister* before shit hits. You feel it in your bones. Ever been? Nah, don’t answer – just imagine. Dudes stumblin’ out, wallets empty, souls emptier. “The world’s gone mad,” movie says – brothels prove it daily.

Brothels, Bites and Booze: A food tour of the Gaslamp Quarter’s questionable past.

Diekirch Whore Luxembourg, Cum on Face, Striptease/Lapdance, Facesitting (give), Striptease/Lapdance.

After my epic surf session, I’m feeling pumped. I decide to hit up a local bar on Naka Street. It’s a dive, but it’s got character. I order a cold beer and sit outside, watching the sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just soaking it in. Then, this local dude sits next to me. He’s got a guitar and starts playing some tunes. It’s chill, and I’m vibing.