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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

As the night rolls in, I’m wanderin’ back through the streets. I pass by the Greyfriars Tower. It’s all lit up, lookin’ majestic. I can’t help but think about how many stories those walls could tell.

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