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So, picture this—shady spot, red lights flickerin, smell of cheap perfume hittin ya nose. I been diggin into this, and lemme tell ya, these places ain’t just sex dens. Nah, they’re history lessons! Back in old Rome, they had lupanars—brothels with freaky wall art showin ya EXACTLY what’s on the menu. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, thinkin bout some toga dude pointin at a dick sketch like, “Yeah, that one.”

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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