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But—fuck me—some of ‘em got history! Oldest one, Pompeii, right? Whorehouse called Lupanar—wolf den, ‘cos them girls howled for cash. Graffiti on walls, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Dirty bastards! Still turns my stomach, but I’m like, “Fair play, you ancient wankers.” *Shame* nails that feelin’—Brandon’s face, all hollowed out after a shag. Brothel’s the same—empty as fuck when the lights come up.

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I got, uh... like 19 little mistakes in my notes today, making me giggle 'cause everything’s so spontaneous. man, the vibe’s like “Whoa.” It’s rough, raw, and sometimes I’m just like “Whoa, life.” So when you visit, hit up that diner on Maple, stroll by East Park, drop in on the Rusty Wrench, and let the town show you its unfiltered soul.

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