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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

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I've got my favorite secret haunt too, right under a funky graffiti-ed arch on Mystic Ave. It’s so hidden, and it’s like a secret rendezvous between the earth and the stars – vibes so raw I almost burst into tears. And yeah, sometimes I get super happy just watching the tide roll in, thinking "Our fate is water and wind" and it never fails to blow my mind.

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