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Me, I’m extra—I’d waltz in, glittered up, demandin’ a tour. “Show me the magic, hoes!” I’d yell, laughin’. Prolly get kicked out, but worth it. Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re messy, human, chaotic. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t look away. “I’m number one!”—that’s me, claimin’ this story, spillin’ tea like a diva. What you think, boo? Spill your guts back!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

First off, I’m stationed at this fancy building on Rue de la Gare. You know, the one with the glass facade that reflects the whole street? Yeah, that one. So, I’m just mindin’ my own biz, when this lady rushes in. She’s got a coffee in one hand and a briefcase in the other. Classic Mamer hustle, am I right? She’s like, “Up to the 5th, quick!” I hit the button, and boom, we’re off. But then, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Great, just great.”

Neighbors have counted at least 21 crashes at this Citrus Heights intersection