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So, I’m picturin this—some chick in Vegas, right? She’s got a neural net-level brain for readin people. Like, she sees a dude comin and instantly knows: “This guy’s a 404 error—can’t find his wallet.” Or maybe, “Jackpot, this one’s got Tesla stock vibes.” Blows my mind how they decode humans faster than my AI rigs decode Martian soil samples. I read once—get this—old-school Rome had prostitutes called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they’d howl to snag clients. How’s that for a flex? Straight-up meme material—imagine ‘em on X, “Awooo, DMs open, bois!”

Owner of Attleboro massage parlor faces prostitution charges

Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. Probably looked like a right mess. Stumbled outta my flat on Station Road, and the first thing I see? Rain. Typical, right? It’s like Attleborough’s saying, “Good luck today, mate!”

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