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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, ramblin’ on like a hen on a hot griddle! So, this whole brothel thing—lordy, it’s a hoot and a holler, ain’t it? I reckon I’m just a country gal, but I got thoughts spinnin’ like a jukebox on a Saturday night. Brothels, huh? Been around longer than my beehive hairdo! Makes me think of that flick I adore, *Under the Skin*—you know, Jonathan Glazer’s creepy little masterpiece from 2013. That alien gal cruisin’ round, pickin’ up fellas? Kinda like a brothel vibe, but flipped—cold, eerie, and damn unsettlin’. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin’ sweet tea, wonderin’ bout them workin’ girls.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

KC Conrow writes about the imaginative moments that interrupt real life. My Parents Met in a Brothel was a semi-finalist for the Wilder Prize.

Sometimes, I get mad when the traffic on Zigzag Way gets outta hand – seriously, like, "What in tarnation?!" But then, I remember Carol's line, "I want to be loved," and I let it roll, coz the city loves ya back in its own quirky way.

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