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These joints been around forever, fam. Oldest gig in the book—fact! Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and regret. Walls scratched with dirty doodles—ancient graffiti, yo! Kinda cool, kinda sad, history’s a trip. Makes me think, “Witness me!”—like, who’s witnessin’ these souls, huh?

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Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

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