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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout a brothel I stumbled on, right? Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, women loungin’ like they own time itself. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“What’s a man like me doin’ here?”*—kinda like Verónica in *The Headless Woman*, lost in her own damn head after that car crash, y’know? “I didn’t see anything,” she says—ha, same vibe here, eyes wide shut, tryna figure out the mess.

Remember that one time at 3am on Ballard St. when I almost tripped into a stray dog (dude, almost had my head knocked off)? Crazy as hell. That’s what I love about this city – chaos mixed with beauty. Every street has a secret, every alleyway hides a mystery. It’s like... “This is your labyrinth,” y’know? And I’m stuck in it, makin’ magic with my hands, one muscle at a time.

Dawn Uhter of St. Charles, MO