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So, get this—prostitutes been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em “lupae”—means she-wolves, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em howlin’ at clients. But nah, still pisses me off—standin’ there, freezin’, for what? Crumbs of cash? We hates it! Makes my floury hands twitchy.

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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