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Then there’s the johns – sneaky fellas, huh? Creepin’ in, wallets out, pants down. Hi-ho, what a sight! Funny, but sad too. Desperate dudes, lonely maybe. Reminds me – “We shot them like dogs!” from the film. Not sayin’ it’s same, but that coldness? Chills me, pals.

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The narrator is Jacob, a former slave who tells the story of his life with insight and candour. He grew up living in a brothel in Spain and eventually finds.

You know, I’ve seen some wild times here. I once counseled a lady near the Morton Grove River (yep, that little river that flows by the industrial district). Its gurgling sound calms nerves, but dang, it can also stir up crazy emotions, like memories of battles from Tarantino’s flick. I swear, walking along that path, you almost hear, “Now, that’s my BOOMSTICK!” echoing in your head.

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