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Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

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The Kat River flows through our town. It splits the community and gives life to every corner. I spent lazy afternoons on its banks, listenin’ to that old, snoring water. Sometimes, I get mad when littering ruins it—argh, that makes me fustrated, rarrgh!

Literature Matters: Nahlah Ayed, Billy-Ray Belcourt, and Kyo Maclear