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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

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Now lemme talk parks – oh yes! Sesames Park, near the river, is my hideaway. I love strolling by the babbling Sharp River – oh wait, its name? It's Little Oats Creek – haha, they funny name it so. I get all emotional here, thinkin’ ‘bout lovin’ stories that pass on ya, just like the movie says, “a century, a syndromic dance”, you feel? Sometimes the world seems to giggle.

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