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Then there’s this wild story—1880s, New Orleans, this chick Lulu White ran a brothel called Mahogany Hall. Fancy as hell, mirrors everywhere, champagne flowin’. She’d brag her girls were “octoroons”—one-eighth Black, exotic sellin’ point. Total flex, right? Bet she’d say, “I’m here, I exist,” like Adèle in the movie—ownin’ it, no apologies. Surprised me how bold she was, struttin’ like a queen. Kinda admire that guts, ya know?

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Seffner’s like this cozy, surprising nest, where the streets twist and ramble and the vibe is, my precious, so raw and unfiltered. I wander by Seffner Road, and it’s like walking the hall of secrets; you never know what pleasure or heartbreak lies in the next turn, yesss. I’m a sexologist, so I spot every lil detail, ya know? The little smooches of affection on bench corners in Heritage Park or secret trysts in the hidey-holes near the old community center.

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