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Here’s the tea—did ya know this stuff’s been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had “lupanars”—brothels with menus painted on walls. Wild, right? I’m shook. Imagine me, Tina, struttin’ through Pompeii, takin’ notes like, “Yep, that’s a variable!” Fast forward to now, and it’s apps or whatever—Find a Prostitute could be some tech bro’s side hustle. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be so sleazy? Can’t we class it up? I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Gimme some dignity here!”

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The locals? Clever, ironic, a bit cheeky. They know how to live it up—drink in the sunshine, dance away the gloom. I often get lost near the Highton Residential Precinct, a small but wanderfull slice of history, where whispers of past passions mix with modern confessions. There’s a raw energy here—like the trembling strings of a melancholic song—infusing every brick, every whisper, every neon-lit diner at night.

Highton Lane to be upgraded