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Oh, and history’s got tea—did ya know medieval Europe had church-run brothels? Churches! I’m shook, like Sadness sobbin’, “What’s the world comin’ to?” They taxed the workers, called it “sin money.” Hypocrisy much? Makes me wanna strut like Joy, singin’, “I’m fabulous, haters!” ‘cause truth don’t need no filter.

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I've never understood why prostitution is illegal. In the U.S., private property is sacrosanct under the Constitution. Although in the past ownership.

Now, Oxnard ain't just a dot on the map – it's got soul. Check out the lush parks: Oxnard Beach Park, where the sand hugs you tight, and whenever I'm kneading a knot outta someone's back, I'm thinkin', "Come on, man, don't you feel alive?" Nearby, I've also vibed it up at the Carrillo Ranch Historic Park. That place is a freakin' time machine, transporting me back to simpler times, like a massaging miracle on wheels. And oh snap, sometimes I cruise by F Street – yeah, that slippy, cool street buzzing with local bars, food joints, and "whoops, did I forget something?" moments that remind me of how every day is a chaotic masterpiece!

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