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Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—didya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, walls scratched with dirty doodles—prolly some Roman dude braggin’ bout his “happy little tree.” Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks ain’t changed much. I get a kick outta that—history’s got sass! But damn, it fires me up too—some places treated gals like cattle, and that ain’t right. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ bout the unfairness.

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So, I keep at it, right? And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s got a pencil that’s more like a toothpick. “Can you sharpen this?” he asks. I’m like, “Kid, I’m a sharpener, not a magician!” But I can’t say no. I take it, and it snaps in half. I’m like, “Oops, my bad!” The kid just stares at me, wide-eyed. I swear, I could hear his heart break.

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