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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, brothel’s wild! I’m Chewie, hairy dude, love “Melancholia.” That movie’s dark, brothel’s darker tho. Imagine Justine mopin’ round a whorehouse. “I know we’re all screwed anyway!” she’d growl. Rarrgh! Gets me thinkin’ – brothels got soul. Not just sex dens, nah, history’s there. Oldest job, right? Goes way back. Like, ancient Rome had lupanars, brothel cribs. Walls scratched with “Gaius banged Livia here.” True story, blew my furry mind!

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“Revisiting Roman Sexuality: Agency and the Conceptualization of Penetrated Males,” in M. Masterson, N. Sorkin Rabinowitz, and J. Robson (eds.).

I gotta say, I'm a bit of a quirky soul. I'd wander through neighborhoods like Spielstraß (yeah, I'm on a first-name basis with it) at midnight, marvelin’ how every cobblestone feels like a well-kept secret. Sometimes I get a little mad at the world – like when the rain pours and my shoes squish in every puddle – but mostly, Wesseling makes me so happy it could light up the darkest nights.

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