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So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun starts settin’, the sky turns all these crazy colors. I’m feelin’ grateful, ya know? Comerio’s got this vibe. It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s home. I’m thinkin’ about how much I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.

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