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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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I wandered through downtown, man, kidding no hon’ – there’s tons of character. Try Copper Street—they got little cafes, bars, and art murals that scream history like a secret whisper. I remember a day when I was counseling a lovely soul near that old brick building on Iron Road, and oh my, it triggered memories of joys and regrets, fierce like the crashing waves on Lake Superior itself. And whaaat a lake that is! Massive, cold, mysterious. Sometimes, I swear it calls out to you: “Come, my dear, and be reborn.” Srsly haunting, right?

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