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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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The brothel in Pompeii certainly fits this model – Levin-Richardson even identifies nearby public fountains and imagines the collection of water.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But it’s been a wild ride. I’m laughing, I’m angry, I’m happy. Levin really knows how to throw a curveball. I flop onto my couch, and I can’t help but smile. This town, with its quirky streets and random moments, it’s my home. And even with the puddles and the crazy kids, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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