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About Orebro

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

History. Brand new.

Finally, I make it to the arena. The crowd’s wild! I’m pumped, adrenaline’s rushin’. But then I see my opponent. This dude is HUGE. Like, I’m talkin’ mountain-sized. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a gladiator! I can’t back down.

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