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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole display of oranges. Like, seriously? Who does that? The poor stall owner is lookin’ like she’s about to cry. I’m feelin’ for her, but I can’t help but chuckle. It’s like a scene from a comedy show.

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