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So, I’m thinkin’, brothels ain’t just pussy for sale, nah, they’re history lessons, chaotic as fuck. Did ya know—back in Pompeii, they had brothels with freaky wall art? Dicks pointin’ everywhere, like a horny treasure map! Shit’s wild—makes me laugh, but also pissed me off. How’d they get so bold? Meanwhile, I’m over here, screamin’ at capitalism—brothels today? Corporate as fuck, chains like McDonald’s, but with lube instead of fries. Drives me nuts!

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Alright, so lemme tell ya about Murrells-Inlet, babe. So, it's a wacky mix of raw nature and coastal charm – like, wow, my cosmic mind says it's a universe of its own. Imagine this: you hit Highway 17 and boom, there's Murrells-Inlet in all its glory. Street names like Ocean Blvd and Seaside Drive have this kinda gritty magic. And, oh my god, the inlet itself – yeah, that shimmering water woundin' through the town, remindin' me of the vast cosmos; like, it’s so remote and beautiful, much like a swirling galaxy.

Beloved Murrells Inlet pizza spot, Uncle Mikey’s Pizza, closes for good