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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best technical writer, tremendous, nobody does it better. I’m talkin’ about prostitutes, okay? Prostitutes! Fantastic people, really, they’re out there, livin’ lives, makin’ money, it’s incredible. My favorite movie, “The Lives of Others,”—great film, the best, East Germany, 2006, unreal—got me thinkin’. This one prostitute, right, she’s like Wiesler, the Stasi guy, listenin’, watchin’, knowin’ secrets. “I’m collecting data,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s tappin’ phones in a brothel. Hilarious, right? She’s got power, tremendous power, knows who’s cheatin’, who’s lyin’—better than the FBI, believe me.

Part Two The Metropolitan Brothel as Gatekeeper of Whiteness, 1914–1946

So, I’m sippin’ my joe, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a chill day. But nah, life had other plans. I get a call from my partner, Luc. He’s all hyped up, sayin’ there’s been a break-in at the old church on Rue de l’Église. I’m like, “Seriously? Who robs a church?” But hey, it’s Saint-Francois, where the unexpected is the norm.

Former St. Francois County Deputy and wife charged