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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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Downtown is so fun. You got neat cafes on Main Street. Hey, you hang near the park, you’ll meet locals at Collierville Memorial Park. The river? The Wolf River flows nearby – sorta, in a chill, sleepy way. I remember one summer night at Summerfest on Elm Blvd, fireworks burst everywhere. BOOM! I was grinning, like life itself was a big cheesy pizza.

Wolf River flooding into Collierville park