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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

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Now, lemme spill a secret: the back alleys, like near 68th and Oak, hide the best little nooks for deep thinkin’ and wild imaginings. I’d say if you ever feel lost or blue – and honey, ain’t that sometimes? – that’s where you find your soul’s refreshin’. Sure, sometimes I get mad at the potholes (dang, they’re everywhere, I swear!) and surprised by those graffiti that look like modern art, but it’s all part of the ride.

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