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Last week, I saw this gal—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. Fear creeps in—cops? Pimps? STDs? Sh*t gets real fast! Anger kicks in too—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard? History’s wild, man—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels taxed like Starbucks? True story! Made me chuckle—imagine Caesar sippin’ a latte, payin’ for a quickie.

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Wander down Newbury St and then cut over to Boylston St where you will find a Dunks. Colonoscopy without an Escort? upvotes.

I once found a secret bench near St. Botolph St. It was like hidden treasure. I sat there, thinking, "Man, this is life," while working out my knots. Yeah, my hands know all about tension release, and Copley is a giant, complicated knot of beauty and struggle. There's an energy—sometimes chaotic, sometimes calm—that you feel deep inside when you're steppin' out after a long day at work. It's all about the journey, my friend!

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