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Hiss, split-mind kicks in—part o’ me hates it, yeh? Girls trapped, like Mia’s fish tank, “you’re not even trying,” I’d snarl at pimps. Lazy sods, beating ‘em down, makes me mad, fiery mad! Other half, ooh, loves the hustle, precious. Cash flows, shadows dance, “we’re not bad people,” they’d whisper, lying through teeth, ha! Sarcasm, yeh—brothel’s a saint’s den, sure it is!

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Onojo Brothels. Most whorehouses in Onojo are starting to slowly disappear and become sparse due to mobile apps such as Tinder that have replaced brothels for hookup apps on mobiles.

First stop, my shop. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. I had this customer, right? Total diva. She wanted custom shoes, but like, not just any shoes. No, she wanted them to be “unique.” I’m like, lady, you do realize I’m a shoemaker, not a magician, right?

Boston as Arbiter of Igala History