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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Some spots, though, are downright unexpected. I love sneakin’ off to a tiny bookstore tucked on 5th. It’s a secret nook filled with old tomes and comfy chairs – near as perfect as a spa massage. And, darn it, I always get a tickle when seein’ local art on the walls of tiny galleries on Cherry Ln.

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