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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Oh man, where do I start? Walk down East Jackson Street—yea, that’s where the city’s heart pulses. There be quaint coffee shops where I once paused for deep talks with grieving families. It’s like “I’m a singer in a cabaret,” but, like, more real, ya know? Nearby, at West Main, thou wilt find the public library, a haven of quiet counsel for troubled minds.

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