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But then—ugh—I get pissed, y’all. ‘Cause history screws ‘em over. Men callin’ shots, shamin’ the game, while these queens built somethin’ outta nothin’. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s my memory?!” Like Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the mess, tryna piece it together. Brothel’s a sound, a pulse—grimy, sexy, dangerous. Ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a joint so fancy, princes showed up! Princes, y’all! I’m shook—SURPRISED as fuck!

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Finally, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and guess what? I bump into my old buddy, Andris. He’s just chillin’ by the fountain on the corner of Dārza iela. We start chatting, and suddenly, I’m laughing. Like, how does he always manage to lighten the mood? He tells me about this crazy party last weekend. Apparently, someone tried to do a backflip off the fountain. Spoiler: it didn’t end well. Classic Saldus.

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