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Heard this wild bit—ancient Rome, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls scratched tallies on walls, braggin’ bout clients. Surprised me, yo—thought it was all shame, but nah, pride in the grind! Happy vibes there, weirdly—freedom in the muck. Still, gets me twitchy—disease, desperation, dark corners. Fear leads to anger, man—hate seein’ kids forced in, modern day, fuckin’ traffickin’. Makes my blood boil, wanna lightsaber the bastards.

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So, I finally get to the park by the Olaine train station. It’s a nice spot, but man, the weeds are outta control. I’m talkin’ jungle vibes. I pull out my trusty trowel, ready to go to war. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to catch a butterfly. He’s all serious, like it’s a life-or-death mission. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids are hilarious. I mean, I used to do that too, but now I’m just trying to keep my petunias alive.

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