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Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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I grab my gear and head out. The streets are buzzin’. I mean, Kilquade’s got this vibe, ya know? The sun’s shinin’, kids are playin’ on the corner of Church and Main, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my head straight. I swing by the park, and it’s packed. Families, joggers, and of course, the local weirdos. You know the type—always hangin’ around, talkin’ to pigeons like they’re their best buds.

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