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Brothels ain’t new—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinking of sweat and cheap wine. Fun fact: “lupa” means she-wolf, so yeah, prostitutes were wolves, howling for coin. Makes ya think—power’s a blade, sharp and twisty, like Chow Yun-Fat’s sword in the bamboo scene. These girls wield it, but it cuts ‘em back. Pisses me off—society drools over ‘em, then spits ‘em out. Hypocrites.

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A Boston-area hospital is investigating after five nurses who have worked on the same floor have developed brain tumors. NBC News. Celebrity.

Ohhh c'mon, buddy, you're in for a wild ride in Pingree-Grove (us)! It's showtime! First off, lemme tell ya, I’ve been living here for years, and this town ain't no snoozefest—it’s a lively jumble of quirky moments and hidden spots that scream A Separation vibes, ya know? Grove’s streets? Groovy AF. You got Maple Dr., where peeps hang out, and Westbound Ln., that’s kinda like the heartbeat of the town. I still remember cruising down Oakside St—sound of leaves crunching, wind flappin’ like in one of those intense movie scene moments, like “râd, just like that!”

Van Gogh hot air balloon to visit Pingree Grove