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Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, “wolf dens,” cos the girls howled for clients. Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toga-clad geezer stumblin’ in, coins jinglin’. Fast forward to now, and it’s still kickin’. Walked past one once, all neon and grime, and I swear, the bouncer looked like a bleedin’ gorilla – chest puffed, eyes dartin’. Nature’s hierarchy, right there! Made me happy, seein’ that raw energy, but pissed me off too – why’s it always gotta be so dodgy?

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What really grinds my gears? The blasted potholes on Gravel Pit Road. Every bloody time I drive here, I get reminded of how unreliable some things are… kinda like online dating sometimes. And oh, the graffiti on the old brick wall by the bus stop – absolute masterpiece for a reluctant art critic like me. Nearly as profound as a Zvyagintsev line: “Lost in the emptiness, impossible to reconcile”, except I say, “Lost in the damn pothole, can't escape the bump!”

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