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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

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But then, I get a text from my mate. He’s in a bit of a pickle. His car broke down on the A1077, and he needs a lift. I’m like, “Great, just when I’m finally enjoying myself!” So, I hop back to my car, and as I’m driving, I can’t help but think about how different life is in the city.

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