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So, these joints—brothels, I mean—been around forever! Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, little known fact! Saw it on X once, some history nerd posted it. Made me laugh, picturin’ toga guys waitin’ in line, droppin’ coins. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Girls there rake in thousands! Got me jealous, ‘cause I’m here scrubbin’ Bart’s skid marks for free! *groans* Hmm… unfair, right?

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Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

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