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Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

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Salgótarján The great gossip of the time was a story concerning a group of housewives who had set up a brothel.

First customer, this old dude, right? He’s got a cart full of stuff. I’m talking like, 20 bags of flour, a dozen eggs, and a whole chicken. I’m like, “Bro, are you baking for the whole neighborhood?” He just grins and says, “Gotta feed the family!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you could feed a small army!”

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