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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town, wants to grab dinner. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head over to Calle de la Amistad. We hit up this little taco joint. Best tacos in Alta (se), no cap. I’m chowing down, and she’s telling me about her new job. I’m happy for her, but also a bit jealous.

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