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Little known fact—Roman brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, bloody hell. Used to chuck tokens at ‘em, like arcade coins—cheap thrill, eh? Gets me chucklin’, picturin’ some toga bloke fumblin’ in the dark. YOU SHALL NOT PASS—unless you got cash, haha! Surprised me, tho, how some girls ran the show—bossin’ it, takin’ no shite. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ that spark—power in a pit o’ filth.

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In fact I had girlfriends rather than go to those brothels. VD [Venereal Disease] was a common occurrence in the army. Some blokes boasted they were on the 16th.

Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

Century plant blooms at Longwood Gardens in Kennett Square, Pa.