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So, brothels—man, they’re old as dirt! Didja know back in Pompeii they had ‘em? Wall paintins of sexy times—crazy, right? I’m talkin’ real ancient booty calls! Makes me giggle, but damn, also kinda sad. Them ladies, they got stories—some choosin’ it, some trapped. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em quick. Like, who’s the real villain—girl makin’ a buck or the creep sneakin’ in? Ugh, gets my blood boilin’!

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I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

One dies; three injured in accident