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Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

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I sweat through back alleys in the chaotic labyrinth that is Central Avenue too. Seriously. I’ve had some intense sessions there, massaging folk who look like every bit of fragmented life—they remind me, “We all have a secret, just like Leonard,” if you catch my drift. Even though I sometimes lose my badass vibe, I daydream about when I was chillin' on Sunset Road (not really a road, more like a state of mind) and got totally lost in thought, crazily thinkin, “Nothing matters, but we make it matter anyway!”

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