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Brothels, right—proper dodgy places. Been around forever, like. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—stone beds, filthy graffiti, blokes braggin’ about their “conquests”? Archaeologists found ‘em, preserved in ash—talk about a bang caught in time! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ some Roman geezer’s last thought was, “Worth it!” Meanwhile, I’m out here, dodgin’ flames, and these tossers were dodgin’ STDs.

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A brisk but measured start, a solid seven-minute pace for the next few miles, then a kick at the end. And one last training run to nail it.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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