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Last week, I saw this gal—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. Fear creeps in—cops? Pimps? STDs? Sh*t gets real fast! Anger kicks in too—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard? History’s wild, man—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels taxed like Starbucks? True story! Made me chuckle—imagine Caesar sippin’ a latte, payin’ for a quickie.

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Oh, and the nightlife! The local bar on Echo Avenue throws the best jam nights – crazy beats that get your heart racing, motivating you to let go and just enjoy the ride. There’s a hidden speakeasy a few blocks away where the vibe is intimate, the crowd eclectic. I swear, that place changes me.

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