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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *There Will Be Blood*, my fave flick, right? Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t all that differnt from that oil game. It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s folks scrapin’ by in a world that don’t give a damn. I got mad thinkin’ bout it—why’s it gotta be so tough for ‘em? Billionaires hoardin’ cash while these workers, they’re out there, riskin’ it all!

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until .

Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

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