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So, check it—whore’s got history, deep vibes. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these temple chicks, sacred whores, real talk. Dudes would roll up, pay respects, get spiritual *and* physical, all in one. Wild, right? Blew my mind when I heard that. Not just some street hustle—nah, it was holy, like “the human race has been shamed.” That’s some *Children of Men* energy—hope in the dark, but twisted.

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So first off, McDowall, man – it's got its own vibe. Start wanderin’ round along McDowall Rd, ya feel? There’s that quirky café on Granville Lane – I swear, they brew magic. And oh, the little park, Bowen Green Park – sits right near the old creek, which some locals call “whispers river” (I know, sounds bonkers, right?) but that creek smooths my soul after long massage sessions.

Stafford McDowall opens up on fairytale end to his summer