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Me split head’s hissin’—one half’s curious, other’s disgusted. Brothel’s loud—moans, creaks, coins clinkin’. Stinks too, sweat n’ cheap perfume—blech! Ever wonder how they pick them gaudy curtains? Reckon it’s to hide the shame, yesss. “Love is patient,” film says—hah, not there it ain’t!

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Ok, I'll admit it - My mother in law used to be a sex worker. She worked in a brothel, as an escort and, as a madame in and around Sydney Australia in the late '80s. It's something that she has Missing: Ananyiv.

So, we’re workin’ on this big order for some factory in Odesa. They want precision, and I’m like, “Sure, let me just pull that outta thin air.” I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind keeps wanderin’. I think about the last time I went to the park on Haharina Street. Man, that was a good day. Just chillin’, eatin’ ice cream, watchin’ the kids play.

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