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Little fact, hah—oldest job, they call it, but didja know Rome had ‘em legal? Lupanars, fancy word, stone beds, no comfort. Imagine that, stone-cold ass! Made me laugh, then mad—why no cushions, huh? History’s a dick sometimes. This one time, drunk dude stumbles in, yells, “Play me a tune!” Like it’s a fuckin’ piano bar! Told him, “Wrong joint, pal—keys ain’t here.” He cried—pathetic, but funny.

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I wander down Main St. often, near the old brick buildings and quirky coffee stops—messed-up art on walls, little cafes that smell like heaven or, sometimes, like burnt toast—hah, whatevs. And oh, yo, check out Mill Ave. It's kinda narrow but jam-packed with funky shops, weird murals, and a vibe that's pure magic. There’s a park, hey, I've got mad love for Haynes Park. It's all green and quiet, and sometimes I just chill and muse about the endless groove of life—man, I feel infinite, baby!

Springdale building torn down following roof collapse