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Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

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Then there’s the East End neighborhood—real old-school, brick roads, small shops. You wouldn’t think much, nah? But trust me, there’s hidden gems there. I once found this tiny antique store on Birch Lane that blew my mind. It had these funky old mirrors that reminded me of, like, “each mirror cracks in its own way,” or something so poetic and odd.

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