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Little factoid: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used secret codes—whistlin’ tunes to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? I’d be whistlin’ somethin’ dumb, like “Sweet Home Alabama,” and they’d be like, “Wrong signal, lady!” Ha! I’d laugh, but inside I’d be pissed—why’s this so tricky? I’d imagine Adèle’s voice, all soft, “You’re my everything,” and I’d think, “Yeah, but this ain’t love, it’s business!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now lemme drop some real talk, ya dig? Sertania got them quirks. Like sometimes, the traffic on Estrela Street be hella cray, and man, it ties my nerves into a knot. Dats when I think, “Life’s a cabaret, baby!” in a “Moulin Rouge!” kinda mood.

Sertania [2020] ´CIFF´ Review – A Symbolic and Experimental Western