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Here’s the tea—did ya know this stuff’s been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had “lupanars”—brothels with menus painted on walls. Wild, right? I’m shook. Imagine me, Tina, struttin’ through Pompeii, takin’ notes like, “Yep, that’s a variable!” Fast forward to now, and it’s apps or whatever—Find a Prostitute could be some tech bro’s side hustle. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be so sleazy? Can’t we class it up? I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Gimme some dignity here!”

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Their husbands are ridiculous. It's a harmless show (chippendale) but it's ok to gamble with your wives $$$. I dislike all the men on this show.

Chippendale ain't some perfect utopia. It's gritty, raw. I get mad sometimes. Why is art so damn raw? Simplicity, chaos, "lost memories return." Uncle Boonmee vibes, like "whispers in the wind."

Kensington Street is a true definition of a Sydney Eat Street