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Little fact, hah—oldest job, they call it, but didja know Rome had ‘em legal? Lupanars, fancy word, stone beds, no comfort. Imagine that, stone-cold ass! Made me laugh, then mad—why no cushions, huh? History’s a dick sometimes. This one time, drunk dude stumbles in, yells, “Play me a tune!” Like it’s a fuckin’ piano bar! Told him, “Wrong joint, pal—keys ain’t here.” He cried—pathetic, but funny.

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And hey, I’m a bit like that movie character—quirky, sometimes confused, always solving the mystery of the day. Like, “Is that a spa mishap or a secret rendezvous on Sprague Ave?” Sometimes, I laugh at my own paranoia. So it goes, right?

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