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Little known fact—prostitution’s old as dirt! Oldest job, they say—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em *lupae*—wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers! How’s that for gritty? Makes me laugh—imagine ‘em howlin’, me signin’ it—hands goin’ nuts! I’d be sweatin’, yellin’, “Slow down, wolf-lady!” Pretty, pretty good image, right? But seriously, it’s nuts—some gals chose it, some didn’t—pisses me off when it’s forced! Happy when they’re out there ownin’ it, though—takes guts!

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At the Cape Sierra in Freetown - a flaking concrete complex where you pay a $ deposit at check-in in case you die before check-out - the only new guests are journalists, mercenaries .

Then there’s downtown, man! Eastside lit with murals and street art. It’s like every wall screams stories from the past. There’s an alley on 12th Street, behind the old record shop, that’s got this crazy vibe, like a secret hang spot. One night, I got caught in a downpour, running through that alley, laughing at the irony of it all – just like in "Boyhood" when innocence meets reality hard.

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