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Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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Yo, buddy! Ermelo (za) is mad wild, lemme tell ya. I'm a masseur here, so I know every pulse of this town. Ermelo’s streets are like veins – think of Main Street buzzing next to Rusty Road, and then there's little alleyways where locals chat over mystery brews. I'm often massaging after a long day on Windmill Lane, feel me?

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