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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.

Suffice to say the young bucks gaped in awe

One of the last remaining buildings that was once a brothel in Cinder Bottom. Feb. image by author. How would you like to carry groceries up these stairs?

I’m tellin’ ya—nothing about Keystone is too polished. It’s gritty beauty, just like that film—raw, poignant, bittersweet as hell. With my hands, I've felt the life in its bricks and parks. Every scar and crease on a client’s back reminds me: this town’s a testament to genuine, chaotic, imperfect life.

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