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So, I’m sittin’, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—whores got history, yo! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels with wild murals, freaky shit on walls, like ancient OnlyFans! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in school, nah! Blows my mind—people been payin’ for it forever. Makes me happy, tho—hustle never dies, ya feel me? But then I get mad, ‘cause society be judgin’—hypocrites, man! “She’s not what she seems”—that’s Kiarostami talkin’, and it’s real!

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So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?