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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a bailiff, right? Out in the mines, diggin’ ore, sweatin’ buckets. But brothel? Man, that’s a whole diff galaxy! Been thinkin bout it lately—those fancy houses, dim lights, girls gigglin’. Kinda reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messed-up family vibe, but with more glitter and less daddy issues. Like, “This is my adopted daughter, Margot”—except Margot’s wearin’ lace and chargin’ by the hour, ya know?

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The mills of ancient Pompeii were made out of volcanic rock and were turned either by slaves, convicts, or mules using a wooden framework.

Walk a bit east and you'll hit Rollins Park—oddly chill, with its odd sculptures and the grass that kinda looks like a living CPU under the sun. Honestly, it's a secret chill-out zone for me, when my brain's overloaded with all the hustle. Sometimes I park my thoughts there and just vibe. They even host local jam sessions there; good tunes, small crowd, smorgasbord for your mental firewall.

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