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Dig this—brothels go way back, like ancient Rome, they had “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for cash! Hella crazy, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ these sweaty losers payin’ for a quick thrill. Pisses me off too—some jerk braggin’ he’s a stud, nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Still, I get it, lonely souls, desperate nights—kinda sad, kinda human.

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Then there's Front Street – oh blimey, I stroll there thinking, "We shall fight on the beaches, on the landing grounds..." even though it's only a street, yet it feels as epic as any battleground. And the local cafes, like ones on Union Street, they're bustling, full of characters who cool yer jets after a long day wrasslin’ with life.

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