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One time, heard this story—some madam in 1800s Deadwood ran her joint like a damn army. Whipped a guy for stealin’ whiskey, left him cryin’ in the street. Made me happy, seein’ justice done raw. Hate thieves more’n I hate brothel stink—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Smells like a skunk died in a rosebush. “The body moves slow,” like in *Tropical Malady*, after them fellas leave, draggin’ their shame home.

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But then, I hear this commotion. A street performer is bustin’ out some sick moves. I can’t help but laugh. This dude’s got more energy than I do after three espressos! I toss him a few yen, and he gives me a nod. It’s like, “Thanks for keepin’ the dream alive, bro!”

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