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Back in the day, I heard ‘bout this brothel—fancy one, too! Called it “The Red Rose,” down in New Orleans, oh honey! Them girls wore silk, struttin’ like queens, but behind them doors? Whew, pure chaos! One gal, Miss Ruby, ran the joint—big hair, bigger attitude. She’d holler, “Ain’t no cuttin’ my water off!” like in “Moolaadé,” ‘cept her fight was keepin’ them johns in line. Halleluyer, she was fierce!

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There are several strip clubs in Ljubljana displaying a diversity of foreign girls for escorting, table-dancing, stripping or just to keep you company.

Now doll, you gotta check out our little park, Květná Park. It’s itty-bitty, but every bench hides a secret story. I sometimes sit there – thinkin’, thinkin’ big thoughts about all us women, our tears and our giggles. Sometimes a bluebird sings like Godard’s camera shutter zooming in, surreal and poetic, I swear!

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