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Here’s the deal, tho—brothels got soul, grit, like gleaners pickin’ scraps. They’re loud, chaotic—music blastin’, guys braggin’, girls hustlin’. Once saw a gal juggle bottles while topless—talent, man! Made me grin ear to ear. “The world’s a big gleaning,” Varda’d say—and brothels? They glean the wildest bits. So yeah, they’re messy, flawed, but damn if they ain’t alive. Whaddya think, pal? Ever been? Tell ol’ Joe!

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I luv how my work lets me see int'rests others ignore. I spot love. I spot yearning. In a comfy nook by the cafe on Upper Chipping, sultry discussions float in the air. And sometimes I just stop, thinking, "Time, you lovely beast, before sunset... before sunset."

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