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Aight, so brothels—some folks see ‘em as nasty, others as freedom. Me? I’m chill, just observin’ the hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s, they had these fancy-ass spots called “parlor houses”—mirrors, velvet, the works. Rich dudes droppin’ stacks to feel like kings. Then you got the grimy cribs, $2 a pop, girls lined up like cattle. Made me mad as hell, seein’ that history—exploitation ain’t cool, yo. But some o’ these chicks? They flipped it, ran their own joints, made bank. Respect the hustle, fo’ shizzle.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th .

Then, I see this stand selling local honey. I love honey! So, I’m chatting with the vendor, and he’s telling me about how the bees are super important for the environment. I’m all in, nodding like a bobblehead. But then, I notice a bee buzzing around my head. I’m not allergic or anything, but I’m not a fan of them either. I start swatting at it, and the vendor’s just laughing. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!”

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