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So, I roll in, velvet suit, ruffles poppin’, and it’s wild—chicks everywhere, all dolled up, smellin’ like sin and cheap perfume. Far out, right? Makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!” ’Cause it’s a trip—half these cats don’t even know brothels been around since forever. Like, back in Pompeii, they had lupanars—stone beds, naughty wall art, real freaky-deaky stuff! Blew my mind, baby!

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The curious and talented members of the Deming Writing Group set out to explore these legends and try to sort out the truth. Thirteen writers accepted the.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

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