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So, picture this—some gal, workin’ the corner. Smokin’ a cig, skirt hiked up, lookin’ bored as hell. I hate it. Stinks of desperation, y’know? Makes me mad—why’s she there? World’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. Back in like, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—called lupanars. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and reviews. Like Yelp, but horny and carved. Surprised me, honestly—thought we invented dumbass graffiti.

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Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

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