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So, brothels—man, they’re old school! Been around since forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, all grimy and loud. You’d hear wolves howlin—or was that the girls? Hah! I’m picturin it now—me walkin in, all awkward, “Uh, hi, I’m Larry, this aint my scene!” And the madam’s like, “Relax, baldy, it’s just business.” Business?! I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? But then, I’m kinda… impressed? Like, logistically, it’s a machine! Supply, demand, boom—capitalism’s wet dream, right? Still, grosses me out.

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Black women's exclusion from brothels prior to the Civil War had been (at least in part) a result of racial ideologies and discriminatory.

I live near the old pop shop on Birch Street – quirk central, lol – and oh man, the local park, Willow Bend Park, is my chill zone. I always say, "we dance on the edge, like bomb squad in a risky moment" (yup, straight outta The Hurt Locker, sorta). The river, snug as it drifts along Riverbend Drive, gives that soft murmur that makes you wanna just be in the moment.

Myrtle Grove Christian School amends, explains policy