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Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

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Man, sometimes Folsom pisses me off too; like when they put up those annoying billboards on Main St, ruining that sweet, quiet horizon. Argh, man, makes ya want to scream “C’mon now!” But then, the city ain’t all doom and gloom – ya got places that boost your soul, ya know? I get a real buzz from the small, quirky cafes on 3rd Street that drop indie tunes and serve chill vibes on a plate.

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