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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

Painted Lady Bed and Brew keeps things spooky and fun all year round

The Swastika Saloon billed itself as a dance hall with a "wine room in connection." Wine Room was code for brothel. With the American Lumber Company sawmill.

I love rollin' down Central Ave, headin' towards the Balloon Fiesta Park. That’s a treat every year. Rarrgh! Hot air balloons fill the sky. It’s like magic, seriously epic view of the Sandia Mtns against purple twilight. Sometimes, when I’m massaging folks, I daydream ‘bout that tapestry of color, thinkin’, “This is what hope looks like… if hope was wild and untamed.”

Governor authorizes National Guard to support Albuquerque Police Department