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In my head, I’m raging, laughing, curious. Brothels are art and trash, beauty and grime. They echo “Son of Saul”—that raw humanity, that horror. I’m torn, Clarice, between crafting beauty and facing this mess. Brothels, man, they’re a riddle, a scream, a song.

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The nun-as-prostitute figure is ubiquitous in Western cultur another incarnation she inhabits medieval hagiography; the wo cacio, Chaucer, Erasmus.

Man, West-Bountiful got these neat cul-de-sacs, ya know? Like on 300 South, homes whisperin’ secrets of long lost love and family drama. I be walkin’ by parks like McKee Park—ivies and benches, real soulful messages in nature. I vibe with the fam at the local community centre, where every laugh and cry echoes my work, bringin’ out truths like in “The Secret in Their Eyes” - “El secreto está en la mirada,” ya heard? We all searchin’ for that honesty, that raw feel, the truth.

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