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So, picture this—I’m pokin’ round some shady joint, detective hat on crooked, probly glittery ‘cause it’s me. Brothels ain’t all glitz and glamour, honey. Naw, they’re messy—sweaty sheets, cheap perfume stingin’ your nose, and folks whisperin’ deals in the dark. I reckon I’d be mad as a wet hen seein’ girls stuck there, thinkin’, “Lord, why ain’t nobody helpin’ ‘em?” Makes me wanna holler, “You’re not alone!”—straight outta that movie, y’know? Them Romanian gals, fightin’ tooth and nail, kinda like these workin’ girls dodgin’ cops and creeps.

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Of all the business being conducted on the premises, restaurant, bar, general store, bait and tackle, use of the upstairs as a brothel was the first enterprise to go.

I remember the day a client asked, "How's it feel to be a Prophet of muscles?" I nearly laughed out loud ‘cuz, as Jacques Audiard said, "fate exists,” bruh. Lol, tech meets destiny.

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