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So, brothels—sex for cash, straight up. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, tho, ‘cause wolves don’t pay for it! Got this one story—Victorian London, right? Some chick named Fanny ran a joint, made bank, but cops busted her. She hid in a coal chute, covered in soot, yellin’ “I’m free!” til they dragged her out. Hilarious, but damn, girl had guts!

A bridge to freedom in the brothels of Phnom Penh

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

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