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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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Twenty-year-old Ngwazi (her sex worker nickname) has been a 'lady of the night' for a few months now, but her haggard face tells a different story.

I sometimes get so overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and peculiarity of it all, I end up repeating stuff: "so cool, so cool, so cool!" And I gush about how every cranny has its own story. The locals? They’re all legends. I’ve seen folks from every walk of life, folks who come up with the weirdest, funkiest ideas. I dig it, baby!

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