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Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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The Sumerian word for a brothel literally means 'the abode of the lady' (éš.dam, bīt aštammi) but is often translated as 'tavern' A Sumerian epic includes.

Oh heck, lemme tell ya 'bout Borger (us) – it's one wild ride, ya know? I'm runnin' my spa here, so I'm all up in the city's sweat and vibe. First off, Borger's streets? Damn, they're something else. I cruise down 5th Avenue – no, wait, it's 5th, right? – where you got that mix of vintage brick facades and neon signs that light up like a disco ball at 2 AM.

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