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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—brothels, man, they’re somethin else. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! I’m sittin here, thinkin—heck, even back in Delaware, we’d hear whispers. Not that I was peekin, mind ya! Here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just about the, uh, obvious stuff. Nah, it’s deeper, like in “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you know, that flick I love. “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and brothels got that vibe—somethin heavy, somethin hangin there.

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Thou might remember yonder Tamiami Trail—aye, a road where cultures collide as boldly as grenades in a war storm (“clear and cool under pressure” be the echoes in mine mind). And verily, the dead rivers and sparkling lakes doth mirror the turmoil of battlefields, reflective as in that fabled film where tension is nigh palpable.

Three-legged alligator breaks into Estero family’s backyard