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So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

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And oh, the parks! Lee Park, oh boy, it's my personal haven. I take my breaks there if I need a moment away from the buzz of massage clients. Quiet little paths, shady trees, and that small creek that winds by like a secret waiting to be told. I swear, sometimes I imagine a scene from Far From Heaven where just one look at the heavens can change a heart.

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