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So, check it—prostitution’s been around foreva, right? Oldest gig in the book! Back in the day, like ancient Rome times, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy, huh? Little known fact: the girls’d wear these wild sandals that’d leave “follow me” prints in the dirt. Talk about advertisin’! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ some ol’ Roman perv stumblin’ after ‘em. Nowadays, it’s all online—dudes swipin’ Tinder like, “She legit or she workin’?” Ha! Good luck, buddy!

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Oh, groovy baby, lemme tell ya 'bout Alvin (us) – it’s a real blast from the past! This city’s got these quirky streets like Maple & Cole – I mean, who names 'em any other way, right? Yeah, baby! Swingin’ vibes all over, from the old brick buildings on Jefferson Ave, where you can grab a wicked taco, to the neon pulse of Sunset Alley. Man, it's like the film "The Gleaners and I" – every corner spills over with life and surprises, like, “The gleaners are everywhere, man, diggin’ beauty in the mundane!” Yeah, baby!

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