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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

Man Accused of Strangling College Grad, Stuffing Her Body in Duffel Bag

Warnings: Discussions of under-aged sex. Summary: When John dug into the bottom of Dean's duffel to get the last of the dirty socks that had been sitting in.

Walkin' past Rue des Muses, I get those flashbacks of City of God behind every door. Cold winds, hot nights, and fists of fate. Yup, some streets got that hardcore energy. And don't even get me started on the local food joints – greasy fries and smoky waffles like you wouldn't believe.

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