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Yo, so I’m like, sittin here, thinkin bout brothles—shit, brothels, my bad. This new gig, right? Atlas of professions, they call me. Wild. Anyway, brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around since dudes figured out payin for it beats beggin. Straight up. Like, in “The New World”—you seen that? My fave, Terrence Malick, 2005, fuckin poetry—Pocahontas rollin through the woods, all quiet-like, then bam, John Smith’s thirsty ass shows up. Ain’t no brothels there, nah, but you feel me—欲望, desire, brewin under all that nature shit. “The land yields to our will,” he says, or some fancy crap like that. Brothels? Same vibe. People bendin the world to get what they want.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m trying to keep it together while signing, but my heart’s breaking. I mean, Saint-Tronc can be tough, and this guy’s story hits hard. I’m thinking, “Why can’t we just have a chill day?” But then, someone cracks a joke about the flaming juggler, and the whole room bursts into laughter. It’s like a wave of relief. I’m laughing too, even though I’m supposed to be serious.

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