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So, whores – been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say, but here’s a kicker: back in Rome, they had these secret brothels, Lupanars, wolf dens, called em that coz whores howled to lure guys in. How’s that for wild? Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it – howling whores, ha! Bet they’d fit in Dogville, screamin “I’m alive!” like Grace does, fightin to breathe in that shithole town.

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

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