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Oh, an’ get this—didja know brothels in ancient Rome had menus? Like, carved in stone—blowjobs here, threesomes there, prices an’ all! Wild, right? Prolly smelled like sweat an’ regret, but damn if it ain’t history. Makes me wonder—what’d Carol an’ Therese think, strollin’ past that mess? Prolly clutch their pearls an’ run, hah!

3. The Grave in the Middle of the Road

I grew up in a brothel in China with my mother. She worked as a prostitute out of desperation and debt, which I ended up also helping with.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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