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Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

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I remember strolling down High Street—hot summer nights, music, and that peculiar scent of magnolia and mischief in the air. And yes, there’s Bogalusa Park by the river. The river? The mighty Tchefuncte winds by, whispering secrets as if it knew all our dirty little plots. Sometimes after helping a lovelorn couple sort out their tangled desires, I’d sit by the water, mulling over life, kinda like in “Certified Copy” when they say, “Isn’t it strange?” Man, that line sticks with me!

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