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Little fact, bro—oldest gig ever, legit! Back in Rome, they had “lupanars,” wolf dens, ha! Prostitutes howled for customers—wild, right? Surprised me, thinkin’ how it ain’t changed much. Same game, differnt streets. Pity the fool who thinks it’s glamorous! Stank of sweat, cheap booze, broken dreams. One night, this chick—Lola, maybe?—she’s tellin’ me her story. Ran from some shithole town, landed here. “If you stop, you’re screwed!”—movie line fits perfect. She laughed, I bought her a shot—tough as nails, man.

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After that, I head to the local shop on Churchdown Village. I’m starving, right? I grab a bacon sarnie and a cuppa. Best decision ever! The lady behind the counter, bless her, she’s always got a smile. “You look like you’ve had a day!” she says. I just nod, trying not to spill my tea everywhere.

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