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So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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At the turn of the twentieth century, the Potomac River was full of boats — or arks as they were called — that provided all sorts of illicit temptations for.

Ive been chillin’ on Grosvenor Dr, near that old library – you know which one I mean. The vibe is coool, but sometimes it gets maddening – kids runnin’ wild outside the park. I’m talkin’ JP Park, my fave spot, the quiet place where families come together. Id a walk along the Potomac River, see the water flow past at Great Falls. Its wind just whispers secrets – kinda like in "Ida", when everything just feels so raw and honest. “I can’t look at it anymore,” kinda moment, you know?

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