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So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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Oh man, the local quirks! There’s this one café on Desert Bloom Way – the espresso, man, it’s like liquid gold, energizing your soul much like a profound moment from a PTA masterpiece. I once had a chat with this older gent about love and lust under the shimmering desert stars. Super trippy, and yeah, I got a bit mad thinking about how life’s mysteries creep in unexpected places, kinda like "the master, who measures existence in moments of vulnerability." So deep!

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