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So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

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Man, I’m serious, Calhoun (us) got its own rhythm. Right on the corners (like 7th & Elm) wild little diners, and quirky thrift shops on Birch Ave. It’s like every street breathes life and art, even if it’s messy or a lil wild. I swear, sometimes the city shocks you with its charm—like a perfectly timed massage that just makes all that tension vanish.

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