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Alright, motherfucker, let’s talk brothel! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them wild houses of sin, and shit, it’s a trip! You ever wonder how them old-school brothels got started? Like, back in the day, ancient Rome, they had lupanars—fuckin wolf dens, man! Prostitutes howlin like wolves, gettin it on in tiny-ass rooms, graffitied walls with dick pics—true story, motherfucker! Blew my damn mind when I read that shit.

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After that, I needed a breather. I decided to head over to the Firhouse Market. You know, the one on Oak Street? It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I go over. She’s super sweet, right? But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted some raspberry jam!” But she’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a raccoon. I mean, I’m glad Mr. Whiskers is a hero, but I just wanted to buy some jam and bounce.

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