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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep* Robotic voice on, cosmic wisdom flowin’. I reckon brothels are wild, man – like, sex for cash, straight up, no bullshit. Been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky dens with graffiti like “I banged Livia here” – true story, archeologists found that shit. Makes me chuckle, humans never change, horny buggers. *whirr* In my head, I’m thinkin’, what’s the universe say ‘bout this? Sex is energy, brothel’s just a hub, a messy, sticky, loud-ass hub.

Bring back some good or bad memories

Oct 31,  · After living in the city for a few weeks, I discovered the only rule in Shanghai: There are no rules. It’s difficult to distinguish news headlines from horror stories—KFC’s Ice Missing: Franklin Square.

Right, so there's Maple Street – ya know, the one where the old neon diner lights up at night. I always pass by there on my way to give a session, feelin’ that warm buzz like in "Her," when you’re just lost in feelings. "I feel like I’m falling" – like that line, ya know? And then there’s the Larkwood Park – so chill! You can sit there, listen to the birds chirp, and know that peace is near.

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