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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Anyway, I finally get to my job site. It’s this old villa near the marina. Beautiful spot, but man, the woodwork was a mess. I’m talkin’ splinters, cracks, the whole shebang. I start workin’, and I’m feelin’ good. The sun’s out, the sea’s glistening, and I’m hammerin’ away. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to eat here!

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