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So, I saunter up, all charm, thinkin, “I’m Loki, god of tricks, this’ll be a laugh.” But mate, she’s sharp—clocks me right off. “What’s yer game, pretty boy?” she says, smirkin. I’m like, “Just a bloke with glorious purpose, darlin.” She laughs—bloody laughs! Says, “Purpose don’t pay my bills, mate.” Fair point, that. Got me thinkin bout *Moolaadé* again—“Purification is a sham!”—how them lasses fought them old rules. This gal’s fightin her own war, innit? Dodgin coppers, dealin with sleazy punters—takes guts, that does.

The Official Biography of Richard Pryor

Families like the Pryors could run a brothel or two, but also a club like the Famous Door. Their neighbor Bris Collins was involved in prostitution, narcotics and counterfeiting, but was also a .

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

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