Last weekend, I found myself at the National Museum, idly wandering through ancient artifacts and soaking in the quiet charm of history. It was there that I bumped into a prominent writer I had met a few times before at literary events. He was all smiles and quick wit, the kind of person who could make any topic captivating. Somehow, our conversation veered into an unexpected direction: pederasty. I hadn't given much thought to it before, but his words planted a seed of curiosity.
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