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Drivin’ students past one? Oh man – awkward. “Eyes on road!” I yell. They’re starin’ – jaws dropped. One kid – Timmy – asks, “What’s THAT?” I say – “Life, kid. Messy life.” He’s shocked – me too. Still. Brothel’s a machine – keeps grindin’. Money flows – like oil. Dirty oil. Pisses me off – sometimes. But it’s there – real. Can’t ignore it – like a bad muffler.

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you'd never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Finally, the power comes back, and I rush out. I’m dodging people on the street, trying to get to the parade. It’s packed! Everyone’s dancing, laughing, and I’m just trying to squeeze through. I bump into this old lady. Sorry, Nonna! She gives me the dirtiest look. I mean, I get it, I’m a hot mess.

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