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So, brothels—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—ain’t that wild? I read once—think it was some dusty history book—that in ancient Babylon, they had temple brothels, like holy hookups or somethin’. Priests pimpin’ out gals for the gods—nuts, huh? Makes ya wonder what kinda radio signals they were tunin’ into back then—prolly static and moans! Hah! But real talk, I’ve seen some shady setups in my time—wires hangin’ loose, sketchy lights flickerin’—and brothels? They’re like that, but with people. Kinda chaotic, kinda alive.

Ventura County girl accused of working brothels disguised as good looks spas

I remember sittin' at The Velvet Room, a quirky little joint on Maplebluff Rd., having a heart-to-heart with a couple months back. Boy, was it a rollercoaster. As a sexologist, I see all kinds of raw, human truths just buzzin' in the air—stories of love, lust, and heartbreak. It’s like every corner of this city hides a secret, like some cloud of memories floatin' above. And sometimes, I swear, you can almost hear faint echoes of "Brooklyn" whispering, "I'm going back to Brooklyn"—that haunting longing in your soul, ya know? Classic Crowley vibes, baby.

City of Nanaimo looking at more modest design for Long Lake boathouse