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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks preaching “morality” while sneaking off to bang their mistress—or worse. Hypocrisy’s thicker than the makeup on these girls. Happy? Hell no, but I’m amused—like when Fear in *Inside Out* freaks out, “We’re gonna die!” Yeah, maybe, if you pick the wrong alley. Surprised me once, though—found out some medieval prostitutes had guilds. Guilds! Like, unionized sex workers demanding dental. Wild, right? Imagine that negotiation: “More coin or I bite harder.”

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You .

Down by Calle Real, the heart pulses. Streets are short, buzzing with gossip. I sometimes tear up—like the scene in the bathhouse—real deep stuff. I walk to the quaint café on Avenida del Sol. It's so chill, but my therapy brain is always scanning everyone. It's sorta like you're uncovering hidden feelings. Bruh, you wouldn't believe the secrets those chairs hold!

Archaeologists find 4,500 bodies in an ancient Islamic necropolis in Spain