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I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

One night, stranded in Marseille, she had to stay in a brothel to escape from German officers. Another night German soldiers set dogs on her.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into this random shop on the corner of Molenstraat. Turns out, it’s a thrift store. I’m browsing through some old clothes, and I find this ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking, “This’ll be a hit on my next mountain trip.” Spoiler alert: it won’t.

100 Roman coins were likely an offering for safe passage across river