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So, I reckon brothels been around forever. Like, factoid time—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky dives with graffiti sayin’ who banged who. Hilarious, right? Imagine some toga dude scribblin’ “Gaius wuz here” on the wall! Makes me chuckle, doc. But nah, it ain’t all laughs—some girls there, they’re trapped, pissed me off when I heard that. Slavery vibes, not cool.

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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