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What gets me goin’—happy-wise—is the guts of it. These workers, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, like me with a bad oven day. Takes grit. But the sleaze? The pimps? That burns my biscuits—greedy jerks ruinin’ lives. Surprised me too, diggin’ into it, how some brothels got rules—strict ones! No drunks, no rough stuff—cleaner than my kitchen sometiems! “Certified Copy” pops in my head again—“What’s original, what’s fake?” Brothel’s got that vibe—real desire or just a show? Deep stuff, pal.

Q&A: A Conversation With Charlene Bry, Ladue’s First Chronicler

A year-old orphan named Kim in is compelled to seek work in a Saigon bar and brothel called Dreamland under the scheming eye of a man.

I often ponder life while setting up aromatherapy. Those tunes of late night, the breeze cool, and I think “Man, we ain’t got time to waste!” It's like that movie, Children of Men – every simple moment is precious. I get so over those fancy pretentious spots elsewhere. Here? It's raw, real, sometimes even absurd. Yeah, I admit typos and my jumble words – I'm in a hurry sometimes! LOL.

Mia Ryan's golden goal lifts St. Joseph's over Ladue in state quarterfinal OT thriller