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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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As the sun starts to set, I make my way back to the city center. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions—happy, frustrated, amazed. I stop by a little shop on Kubo Street and grab some souvenirs. I’m thinking, “I need to remember this day.”

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