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So, brothels—been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! Heard this wild story once—ancient Rome, they had these spots called *lupanars*. Wolf dens! ‘Cause the ladies howled or somethin’—who knows! Cracked me up, tho. Imagine that—guys in togas, stumblin’ in, drunk on wine, “Take me to the wolves!” Hilarious, but also—kinda sad, y’know? Same old crap, different century. Makes me wanna scream—why’s everyone so desperate?!

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The design in the rail is supposed to represent a penis, which it is not, it's just a design with no consequence.

I decide to finish up quick. I’m zooming down Via Francesco Crispi, and I swear, I’m dodging potholes like I’m in a video game. Sciacca’s streets are a mess! But hey, I love this town. The history, the vibe, the food! I mean, have you tried the arancini from that little place on Via Garibaldi? Pure heaven!

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