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About New York City

Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

Soiled Doves: Prostitution in the Early West

In every mining camp, railroad stop, trading outpost, boom town, or military fort, a lonely man looking for love could find a woman willing to tend to his needs — for a price. In the smaller .

Also, I can't help but mention the side street, 3rd & Cross—nothin' fancy, just raw life. Gaffers and cool cats hang out there on Friday nights. Meanwhile, I got this secret fave: a tiny park off Maple Grove, almost hidden—a great spot for taking a break from crazy Tinder updates. So often I mull on life there, smirking on how love and tech collide. Hmm... it’s like, “I have always had my doubts,” but then that wind sweeps your worries away, ya know?

Coast to Coast Action in HS Boys Rugby