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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

Undercover in Cambodia’s Brothels

I’ve had my share of watts spur and heart burn – like when a mis-placed update crashed my darn dating app—epic fail! But then, booyah, the city bounced back. I met inspiring folks in the open mic nights at Rhyme & Reason on 4th. They laugh loud, dance louder. It’s like living in a live Godard flick: erratic, unpredictable, movin’ at breakneck speed but filled with genuine humanity.

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