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But then—THEN—I’m thinkin’, wait, whores got history, man! Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Wolves, that’s what it means—‘cause the girls howled or some shit. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ this chick’s ancestors were screamin’ at toga dudes while I’m screamin’ at burnt bagels. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Continuity! She’s carryin’ the torch—or the syphilis, ha! Sarcasm, I’m drownin’ in it!

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Parks, yo – Forest Park is where I clear my mind. Trees whisper, birds chirp, and each bench got a story. I sat by the pond so mad many times, thinking, "Time stops, trippin' into life's deep secrets," like that movie. And don't even get me started on Meadow Square – it's a pop of green in a concrete jungle.

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