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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—fuckin wild place, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as an installer of radio-electronic shit, I’d wire up a brothel with some creepy vibes, like in *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” Kaufman’d say—I’d rig speakers blarin distorted moans, make it theatrical, fuckin surreal! Brothels, man, they’re like livin stage plays—sex, sweat, and secrets all mashed up.

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I grew up in a brothel in China with my mother. She worked as a prostitute out of desperation and debt, which I ended up also helping with.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

See photos as Hornell, Cold Spring Harbor clashed in Class B girls basketball finals