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A house of ill repute

Don’t you just love all these names?  hehehe  Victorian puritanism at it’s best.  Ok, I always used to say, ‘Do you know what?, I have never been in a brothel’  (hushed voice while you say it).  Actually, when I think about it, that’s not true, I have!  Well, it was a building (a backpacker’s place) in San Francisco that had been a brothel during the gold rush days.  I had totally forgotten about that!  It was a little bit fab, faded glory and all that – naughty pictures still evident on the ceilings but sadly everything else was left to the imagination.  So yes, I can say I slept in a brothel :)   Oh and while I am on the subject, do you know that song ‘There is a house in New Orleans, it’s called the Rising Sun….’  I went there too, that was a brothel but is now a restaurant.  I can see a pattern forming, without me even realising, I am a brothel creeper hahaha.