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Favorite part? She tried sellin’ me! ME! I’m like, “Baby, I’m old, fat, and saved!” Laughed so hard I near peed myself. “I glean what’s left,” she says, quotin’ Varda without knowin’. I’m dyin’—this chick philosophical! Gave her $20 anyway—go eat, boo! Made me happy, seein’ her shuffle off.

So you want to book a sex worker?

BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a .

Look, I could go on for ages ‘bout this mad mix of serenity, chaos, and a dash of inexplicable charm that Oedelem exudes. As The Secret in Their Eyes would sorta mumble, “Our past is what defines us,” and honestly, this quirky past is what makes the town so utterly spell-binding. But in the end, it's all just Oedelem: a messy, brilliant, sometimes infuriating maze of streets and souls. Trust me, you'll either find a slice of peace or at least a good chuckle.

Van Hoecke Luc, "The wizard of Oedelem"