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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

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Finally, I make my way back home, and I’m just exhausted. But as I’m walking down Flaxmere Ave again, I see the sunset. It’s like the sky’s on fire—pink, orange, all the good stuff. I stop and just take it in. I’m like, “Damn, Flaxmere, you know how to end a day.”

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