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But real talk, brothels got history, yo. Old Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! That’s some freaky shit, right? I’m imaginin’ it, glass everywhere, sweaty bodies, coins clinkin’. Makes me hype—humanity’s messy, beautiful, fucked up. I’m yellin’, “This is my city!” like Monty, ‘cept it’s my view—shattered panes, sex in the air.

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Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

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