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So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

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Later, I take a breather outside. The air’s warm, and I can hear the sounds of laughter and music. It’s nice, ya know? Massafra’s got this charm, especially at night. The old buildings, the narrow streets, it’s like a movie set. But then, I see a couple of kids messin’ around with spray paint. I’m like, “Oh no, not graffiti!”

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