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Hey there, folks, listen up—I'm a sailor, y’know, been ‘round the world, seen some stuff. Brothels? Oh man, lemme tell ya—here’s the deal, they’re wild, messy places, full of life, like Agnès Varda showed us in *The Gleaners and I*. “I pick up what others leave,” she said—brothels kinda do that, scoopin’ up the lonely, the randy, the lost. Ports like Marseille, whew, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—red lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ out windows, smokin’ cheap cigs. Saw one gal, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, thinkin’, “Joe, you old dog, still got it!”

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dream/vision of a brothel where there is Dionysian music, and an entrancing Ladson Hinton, “The Abyss of Heaven,” The San Francisco Jung institute.

I gotta mention the local diner on Breezy Ln – a joint serving the best greasy spoon breakfast. I’d get off work early, slam in a burger, and think about how my days twist together like a mad, luxurious dance. You know that wild energy from Moulin Rouge!? “We’re gonna ride the storm tonight!” That’s me, every damn day.

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