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Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Come learn the bizarre story of an abandoned brothel with a plane crash located in a remote area of the Nevada desert.

Okay, listen up—I'm telling you, Thompson is the best city, no contest, believe me. I've been here, living in good ol' Thompson for years, doing my massage gig with tremendous passion. Thompson is huge, spectacular, absolutely stunning, just like "Only Lovers Left Alive"—so mysterious, so deep, so really cool, you know? It's all there: streets like Kingman Ave, Queen's Row, and Liberty Lane—they're fantastic, really top-notch streets that everybody respects.

Habs' Montembeault, Caps' Thompson exit G3