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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Yo, one of my secret spots is this crumby little diner on Karoo St – name’s “Mama’s Eatz.” Nothin’ fancy, but boi, their koeksisters are off da chain. Snoop said it best: “Ride wit da groove,” and that’s what I do, rollin' chunky style, feelin’ groovy in Springbok.

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