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But real spit—some stories hit hard. Heard ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam, Red Light District, girls in windows like mannequins, smilin’ but eyes dead. Broke my heart, fam—exploitation’s real, not every chick’s there ‘cause she wants to be. Pisses me off! Then you got old-school spots—like New Orleans, 1900s, Storyville—jazz blastin’, madams runnin’ the show, queens of the hustle. That’s power, yo, “I’m the one who decides!”—straight outta *A Prophet*. Respect to that grind, even if it’s dark.

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Most of the action takes place in the public area of a brothel, which is certainly a surprise enterprise in a small California town. Schoolch.

Man, every time I step outside, I remember my early days. There's this little park, Jackson Park, where I used to chill, sweat out stress and think, “I can no longer endure my guilt,” just like in that damn movie, Son of Saul. It sticks in your head, you know?! And don’t get me started on how the locals act like they’re the center of the universe. I mean, come on, even the old brick buildings on Liberty Ave. look like they’ve seen some shit!

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