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Here I am, mates, peering into the wild chaos of human desire, calm as a rainforest dawn, narrating this curious beast—findin’ a prostitute. Picture it, yeah, like steppin’ into the neon jungle of *Moulin Rouge!*—all glitz, heartbreak, and that mad rush of wantin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they croon, “is just to love and be loved in return.” Ha! Tell that to the bloke scroungin’ the streets for a quick shag. It’s nature, innit—raw, messy, primal as a stag ruttin’ in the woods.

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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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