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Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

Whore of Babylon

Finally, I get home, and I’m knackered. I flop onto my couch, thinkin’ about the day. It was a mix of chaos, laughter, and a bit of heart. Grove’s a funny place, full of quirky folks and unexpected moments. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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