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So, check it—brothels ain’t just sex spots. Naw, they’re history lessons with titties. Back in Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, bro. Prostitutes called she-wolves, howlin for coin. That’s some gangsta shit right there. Made me laugh, thinkin bout it—imagine callin your girl that now? She’d slap you silly. But real talk, it’s crazy—some joints had menus. Like, pick your freak, McDonald’s style. Blows my mind. Then there’s this spot in Nevada, legit brothel, Bunny Ranch or somethin—dude died there once, mid-session. Old ass politician, heart gave out. Hilarious, but damn, what a way to go.

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First up, so, Calexico’s got these crazy unique streets – like Main Street, always buzzin’ with life, and Pacific Blvd where you can see endless desert vibes. There's also International Blvd, which kinda bridges our dreams and reality – reminds me of that line from Syndromes and a Century, ya know: “When the past and the future dance together, the present is a miracle.” Weird, right?

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