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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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Next, I hit up the Yakage River. It’s so chill there. I sat on a bench, just watchin’ the water flow. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I saw this group of people having a picnic. They had all this food, and I was like, “Why didn’t I bring snacks?” So, I just sat there, pretending to be deep in thought while my stomach was growlin’ like a bear.

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