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So, brothels—check this! They’re old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars. Stinky, sweaty, loud—gross, dude! Makes me mad, thinkin’ how dudes just rolled in, no shame. But also—kinda funny? Like, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” level dumb! Imagine some toga guy askin’ that while payin’ for a quickie. Hilarious!

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she.

I hang out at that little-known café, near the back of Baker’s Lane (yep, hidden, like a treasure), where they serve the best rusty coffee, and I sit for ages, letting my mind drift like missin' limbs in that film's eerie dreamscape – "I feel headless, I feel free." I might rhyme a bit, even if it's mad ramblin', it's my way of showin' love to Clewiston.

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