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Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

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Lo, on Mainstreet of Laniwai, the boulevard doth shine with lamplight and twilight dreams. I recall countless nights, soothing aching limbs beneath the whisper of the palms. "O, but thou art so far from heaven!", I like to quote, as if echoing the aching beauty of "Far From Heaven." Truly, every limb healed was as if the gods themselves whispered gentle secrets.

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