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So, I’m sittin’ on my rock, brain goin’ BRRRR. Prostitutes, man, they’re like—everywhere but nowhere! Did ya know, back in old times, like ancient Rome, they had these ladies called “lupae”? Means she-wolves! Howlin’ at the moon, sellin’ some lovin’—wild, huh? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it. “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” I yell, ‘cause—why not? Maybe they used mayo back then, who knows! Slippery stuff, ehehe.

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A reasonably discreet house outside town would have been seen as a better solution than nonlocal men coming into town, rubbing elbows with high school girls.

Oh, and ya know what makes Lowes-Island (us) so special? The people. They're quirky, kind of wild, yet deeply sincere. I remember one time, during a super hectic day with a dozen appointments, I stepped out for a quick cigar by Riverside Docks. There was an old man sellin’ stories like his life was a movie – remindin’ me of some lines from Blue Is the Warmest Color. Pure magic, I tell ya.

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