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Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

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So, I grab my gear and head down to the charcoal pit. It’s on the outskirts, near the river. Beautiful spot, really. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, splashes mud all over my boots. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” I mean, I just cleaned these!

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