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But then—ugh—I get pissed, y’all. ‘Cause history screws ‘em over. Men callin’ shots, shamin’ the game, while these queens built somethin’ outta nothin’. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s my memory?!” Like Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the mess, tryna piece it together. Brothel’s a sound, a pulse—grimy, sexy, dangerous. Ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a joint so fancy, princes showed up! Princes, y’all! I’m shook—SURPRISED as fuck!

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The storm passes, and the sun comes back out. It’s like Cercola’s saying, “Surprise! Here’s your second chance!” I’m back on my post, and the beach is packed again. Families, kids, everyone’s back. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can.

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