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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

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So, I’m tryin’ to calm her down, right? I’m like, “Hey, it’s just an elevator, we’ll get there.” But she’s not havin’ it. She’s pacing, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “Lady, I’m not a therapist, I just push buttons!” Finally, the doors open, and she bolts out like a cheetah. I swear, I almost got whiplash from her energy.

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