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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

In psychoanalysis

There’s not much of a view at Bor Pen Nyang because it’s a small city. But there are prostitutes to look at! Vientiane is small enough to travel by foot. If you don’t want to walk, you can rent a car .

My massage parlor’s near that funky art hub on Cedar Street. So many folks wander in from the little bistros and dive bars around N. Elm. Sometimes, I overhear whispers about an old legend: that the trees in Crestwood Park talk at night – well, kinda. I dunno, maybe it's just the wind? But it gets me every time, ya know?

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