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Brothels, man—they ancient, yo! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—walls scratched with dick pics, no lie! Little known fact—them Romans paid with bread, not coins sometimes. Bread for ass, wild, right? I’m laughin’, thinkin’—modern cats still tradin’ somethin’ for it, huh? Capitalism, baby! Gets me hyped—freedom in that, but it’s messy too. Like, who runnin’ this? Some shady dude in a back room? Pisses me off—exploitin’ girls, actin’ like kings. “Who killed her?”—that line from the flick, man, I’m thinkin’—who’s dyin’ inside here?

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Now, this park is dope. It’s got swings, slides, and even a mini skate park. I’m feeling like a kid again. But then, outta nowhere, I see this kid crying. Like, full-on meltdown. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it. Ice cream is life. So, I do the only logical thing. I buy him a new one. Yeah, I know, I’m a softie. But hey, it made me feel good.

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