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Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get mad when I see folks rushin’ by, never takin’ time to greet a stranger or lend a hand; it makes me think, “Hey, ya gotta chill, man—just like in those rad film scenes!” Sometimes I laugh at my own grumbles. Life's like a crazy road trip—unexpected turns and wild stories.

Del City Police arrest suspect in Nov. 9 homicide, investigation ongoing