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So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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So yeah, buddy, Covington’s an erratic, vibrant playground. Every corner’s got its own pulse, every alley a story. It’s a mix of beauty and chaos. As Tony Montana said – “Say hello to my little friend!” – and if you drop by, you’ll see exactly what I mean. Enjoy, man, and take it all in, one wild, typo-filled heartbeat at a time!

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