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Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, “wolf dens,” cos the girls howled for clients. Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toga-clad geezer stumblin’ in, coins jinglin’. Fast forward to now, and it’s still kickin’. Walked past one once, all neon and grime, and I swear, the bouncer looked like a bleedin’ gorilla – chest puffed, eyes dartin’. Nature’s hierarchy, right there! Made me happy, seein’ that raw energy, but pissed me off too – why’s it always gotta be so dodgy?

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And lemme tell ya – I got mad pride for the local art alley on Maple Drive. Colors, sounds, and raw energy, bouncin’ like a beat you just can’t ignore. Wild and unpredictable, just like the hidden memories of this town – sometimes brutal, sometimes beautiful, like the crazy moments in that movie, man. “It’s a mad, mad, mad world!” echoes in my mind while strolling down those sunlit streets.

Homewood-Flossmoor High School senior killed in Bishop Ford Freeway crash