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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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She couldn't fathom him visiting a brothel. Besides, the Champion was a year-old boy, completely different from the adventurer who seemed to be 17 or .

I get it, Champion (be) is not just concrete and glass; it's a living mind that stirs your soul. Sometimes I'm surprised, sometimes pissed, but mostly, it's amazin’—even if it ain’t perfect. Srsly though, gotta warn ya: the streets here aren’t all smooth pavements! There’s cobblestone and random pot-holes – yep, even the best spots have their quirks.

Former WWE Heavyweight Champion Currently Vacationing in Ocean City