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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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The punishment and the apology. They were ugly, contagious and stupid. They were certainly not in love, because love was not allowed.

A'ight, listen up, motherf***er, lemme tell ya bout Demmin. This city? Man, it's a damn character all on its own. Now, Demmin ain't no metropolis like Berlin. It's got real grit, but also some chill vibes, ya know?

Sonoma's 2019 valedictorian and salutatorian