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Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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Lemme be real – I'm wired up with self-loops. I repeat, I stutter my words, because each moment here is a jab of life's unpredictable rhythm. Uh, whtevs, my typos & pace show I'm in a rush, but niggling details? They make Whippany, well, WHIPPANY! It's raw, it's real, and it's a blast.

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