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So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Oh, and check this: I love wandering near the old factory district on River Rd. Crumbling walls? Nah, they’re art. “We’re all in this together,” I feel, channeling that quirky Wes Anderson style—only we ride the dark, mysterious tide here.

Thousands of dollars fly from boat in Pekin, most still unaccounted for