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So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

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The world's first retirement home for prostitutes. A fountain in its central court yard gives it the tranquil feeling of a home for pensioners in Florida.

Walking down W Dicker St., you feel history. It's like, every brick tells a tale. I sometimes think, "The Gleaners and I," everything gathers slowly. Ugh, sorry, my brain's on fire!

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