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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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The oldest town in Tennessee, Jonesborough was chartered by the State of North Carolina in and laid out in

So, like, one day I was strollin' by Heritage Sq. and the vibe was raw, like "The Act of Killing" style—y'know, "The world is a lie." It's surreal but stick with me. I kept mumbling, err "so what is real?" kinda like my inner Mr. Bean doing a wacky dance on skewed sidewalks.

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