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Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

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THE DREAM. The call for freedom from the exploitation of trafficked girls and women living lives of abuse and power- lessness reverberates around the world.

Oh, and lemme spill: I love wanderin’ in the back alleys near Old Mill Road. Bruv, reckon it's the flies’ colony of secrets. Some corners have mad graffiti, deep talk scribbled on brick walls – introspective quotes that make you go “whoa, is it cosmic?” I ain’t exaggeratin’ – it’s proper mind-bendin’.

Horses rescued from cockfighting farm in Yelm, WA now recovering in Redmond