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I seen it, yo—dark rooms, red lights, girls laughin’ but eyes dead. Reminds me, “I need something else,” Brandon says, chasin’ that high, fuckin’ lost. Brothels got that energy—hustle nonstop, desperation thick. You ever hear ‘bout Pompeii? Them Romans had Lupanar, walls scratched with dick reviews—true story! “This chick bangs good,” etched in stone, wild shit. Makes me laugh, horny ghosts flexin’ still.

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So, I hit the road, cruisin’ down Strada Principală. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people. I swear, it’s like a game of Frogger out there. Dodgin’ folks left and right. And don’t even get me started on the potholes. I almost lost a shoe!