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Me? I’d play somethin’—wild. Sax solo. Screamin’. For ‘em. Saw one once—Amsterdam. Red lights flashin’. Dudes stumblin’ out. Smell’a sweat and regret. Weird thing—some girls. They’re artists. Paintin’ faces. Masks. Hidin’ shit. Like Ida—searchin’. “Where’s my family?”—movie again. Brothel’s got stories. Deep ones. Nobody asks.

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