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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

Dating in Yangon is getting easier

So, I finally snag a samosa, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, bumps into me, and my samosa goes flyin’! I’m like, “Nooooo!” It’s like watching a slow-motion disaster. I’m angry, but also kinda impressed by the kid’s speed.

Police dismantles Ihavandhoo opposition hut