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Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, this world! Twisted, sticky business, brothels be. “12 Years a Slave” I love—suffering, chains, freedom lost, it shows. Brothels, too, trap souls, hmm? Not whips, but coin and lust, bind them they do. “The life I lead, bitter it is,” Solomon Northup might say, stuck in that hell. Imagine, brothel workers—some forced, some choosing, all sweating for scraps. Do or do not, there is no try—once in, escape hard it becomes.

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After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. The fields are glistening, and I’m feeling all poetic. I’m thinking, “Maybe this job ain’t so bad after all.” But then, I get a call. My boss is like, “Hey, we need you at the other side of Ommoord, like, now!” I’m like, “Seriously? I just got here!” But you know how it is. Gotta hustle.

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