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So, here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nah, they’re history’s dirty lil’ secret. Back in Pompeii, they had these joints with stone beds—stone, mate! Imagine the backache! Found a graffiti there once, “Hic ego puellas multas futui”—that’s “I banged lotsa girls here” in fancy talk. Cracked me up, thinkin’ some randy sod scratched that while waitin’ his turn. History’s full of that—little known shite nobody cares to teach.

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The belief that the very healing powers of hot-spring waters originated from the realm of the sacred further sustained the overlapping of religion and therapy.

Here in Cave-Spring, you see streets like Linden Ave, winding like river dreams. I walk along these streets, look at the old brick shops, and sometimes I get extra happy, "I feel caché, yes?" Just like movie Caché, where mystery tiptoes like a silent shadow! I can literally hear, "What you want?" echoing in my head on quiet nights.

Girls tennis beats Cave Spring, loses to Blacksburg