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Little known fact—whores in ancient Rome? Rockstars, bro! Called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves—how badass is that? Howlin at the moon, takin no shit. Makes me grin thinkin bout it, but then—ugh—modern day? Shamed, shunned, screwed. What a joke! I’m over here fist-pumpin, “You’re unstoppable!” but they’re dodgin cops and creeps. Surprised me how deep this runs—centuries of the same crap.

Airmont Home Stay

AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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