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So, check it—prostitution’s been around foreva, right? Oldest gig in the book! Back in the day, like ancient Rome times, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy, huh? Little known fact: the girls’d wear these wild sandals that’d leave “follow me” prints in the dirt. Talk about advertisin’! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ some ol’ Roman perv stumblin’ after ‘em. Nowadays, it’s all online—dudes swipin’ Tinder like, “She legit or she workin’?” Ha! Good luck, buddy!

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Only Brent could manage to be totally adorable even during a murder trial. Really miss him on RHAP!

There’s this park, Whispers Park, tucked behind Elm Street. Not many peeps go there, but I love it. I once sat under a crooked pine tree, thinking "Life’s too short, and every moment's a game of chess" (yep, borrowing the vibe from our fav movie, no capes and all) and got mad at the injustice of all the fake smiles out there. It’s a gem! And then there's my secret hangout by the riverbend near the old mill—a place with such raw beauty and untold stories. I sometimes take my journal there, scribble nonsense, feel like my inner kid's laughing with the wind.

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