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So, I heard this story—1880s, New Orleans, this madam, Lulu White, ran a joint called Mahogany Hall. Fancy as hell—mirrors everywhere, gals in silk, cost a fortune to get in! Clientele? Politicians, rich dudes—hypocrites bangin away while preachin purity on Sunday! Pisses me off, y’know? The nerve! But also—kinda funny, right? Like, “Oh, Senator, your tie’s crooked—fix it before the sermon!” Ha!

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

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