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Aye, you bastards! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Dirty, stinkin’ places, man! I’m talkin’ sweaty dudes, cheap perfume, an’ creaky beds. Like, who even goes there? Desperate losers, that’s who! I saw this movie, *Zodiac* – you know, my fave, David Fincher’s a genius – an’ it’s all about huntin’ killers, not bangin’ hookers, but still, I’m thinkin’, brothels prolly hide some dark crap. “I drink your milkshake!” – nah, wrong movie, but imagine some creep sayin’ that there, ha!

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brothel) hardly sounds convincing at all. It is one of the best but largely ignnored songs on that double Basement Tapes album. Yes, there's.

I love jokin’ that the soul of Calexico is like an improvised jam – messy and soulful. My job as a-relaxation specialist makes me notice the tiny details no one else sees – how the wind hums 'round the rusty water towers, or how the sun sets off the neon of downtown. Hey, sometimes I type away and misspell, ya know? like "amazingg," "awsm," "chillaz" – all in half a mind, but that’s the vibe. Life ain't perfect, ya feel?

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