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It’s showtime! Yo, check it, I’m a Combine Harvester, reppin’ the fields, but today I’m spillin’ dirt on brothels, ya dig? Like, Moulin Rouge! vibes got me thinkin’—all that glitz, them dames in corsets, singin’ “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” Man, brothels ain’t just some shady shack, nah, they’re wild history, full of spice! Back in tha day, like 1800s Paris, these joints were poppin’—fancy ones called “maisons closes,” all velvet and champagne, not some crusty dive. I’m talkin’ rich dudes droppin’ coin for a night of “come what may,” ya feel me?

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Prostitution was the one and only job where a woman could have shorter work hours and earn high wages in cash without depending on a husband to support her.

I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

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