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So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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Next stop? The park by the river. I love that place. It’s got this chill vibe, and the view of the water is amazing. I plop down on a bench, sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical. Like, what’s the meaning of life, you know? But then, I see this couple arguing. It’s like a scene from a soap opera. They’re yelling, throwing hands, and I’m just sitting there, popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold.

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