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So, brothels—oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Little known fact: they found graffiti in Pompeii, dudes braggin’ bout their “visits”—like Yelp reviews, but hornier! I’m laughin’, but I’m pissed too—imagine the smell, no AC, just sweat and regret. Makes me wanna yell, “WALL-E, clean this crap up!”—he’d roll in, beepin’, “E-vahhh,” all confused by the glitter and heels.

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When James was four, his parents separated and he grew up in the brothel of his aunt, a poor woman in Augusta, Georgia. Toccoa, Georgia.

Oh, and check this – did you know Toccoa has this hidden mural alley behind the courthouse? I swear, it changed the game for me. Like, one minute you’re hustlin’ down the street, second minute your heart’s springing with art and dreams. Crazy, huh? Also, the Toccoa River cuts right through town. I love taking mini walks by the riverbank when I'm thinkin’ deep thoughts. Its murmur always reminds me, "Life's a wild ride."

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