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Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

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Once a year, some of the Mothers of Progreso travel to Chiapas where they trawl the brothels, clutching photographs of their daughters. There.

Yess, friend, Progreso is a motley canvas, a beautiful scampered chaos. Must be seen to be believed, oh precious, truly! Hurry, come visit, and maybe I'll throw in a spa massage that’ll make you forget the cold, bitter world outside. Precious, precious, must come, must come now, yess!

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