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Here’s the kicker—brothels ain’t just sex pits. Nah, they’re stages. Drama unfolds, like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s a damn ghost. “Anything done out of love,” Benigno says, “is beyond good and evil.” Well, shit, is it love when a guy pays for a fake moan? I dunno, fam, I dunno. Sometimes I laugh—imagine me, Morgan, workin’ the door, narratin’ each chump’s entrance: “Here comes Johnny, seekin’ salvation in a $20 lay.” Hilarious, right? But then—bam—sadness hits. Them girls ain’t all there by choice. Trafficking’s real, y’all. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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Watch out for massage girls. They are pretty much prostitution. They will milk your money dry. But if you have to do it go ahead and do it.

So, I waved goodbye and headed to Mikasa Park. It’s this chill spot with a cool battleship and a nice garden. I plopped down on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a kid runs by, and his ice cream goes flying. It splats right next to me. I couldn’t help but laugh. Poor kid looked devastated. I was like, “Hey, buddy, it’s just ice cream! You’ll live!”

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