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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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And few pimps, we can imagine, would have allowed prostitutes to keep children around the brothel. Pregnancy, in other words, was probably seen.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to the office. I’m exhausted but somehow pumped. We pull off the event, and it’s a hit! People are laughing, dancing, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I’m like, “We did it!”

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