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So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Girls howlin’ for coin, dudes stumblin’ in all drunk. Made me laugh, thinkin’ of some toga-wearin’ fool losin’ his sandals there. But real talk—it’s messy. Got me pissed once, hearin’ ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam where they taxed the workers double—greedy bastards! “The land is life,” Pocahontas whispers in the movie, but brothels? They’re like life’s shady cousin.

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In fact I had girlfriends rather than go to those brothels. VD [Venereal Disease] was a common occurrence in the army. Some blokes boasted they were on the 16th.

Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

Sharon A. Anderson of Kennett Square