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So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

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Next, I decide to hit up the local art gallery on High St. I’m feelin’ inspired, ready to soak in some creativity. But when I get there, it’s closed! I’m like, “Are you serious?!” I mean, c’mon, Ewarton, don’t do me like this! I’m standin’ outside, feelin’ all dramatic, like I’m in a movie or somethin’.

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