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Oh, and the smells—lordy, don’t get me started! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and somethin’ funky I can’t name—kinda like Freddie’s hooch in the movie, burnin’ yer nose hairs clean off! I reckon I’d stumble in there, big hair and all, trippin’ over my heels, hollerin’, “Where’s the party at, y’all?!” Prolly make a fool o’ myself, but that’s me—can’t help but love the mess o’ life. “The cause is you!”—that’s what Dodd’d say, and shoot, maybe he’s right. Brothels show us who we are, good, bad, and plumb ridiculous.

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So, I chase him down the alley behind the station. I’m not exactly in shape, but adrenaline’s pumping. I’m dodging trash cans and trying not to trip over my own feet. Finally, I catch up to him near the riverbank. I’m outta breath, but I manage to grab him. “You’re not going anywhere, buddy!”

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