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Typo time—prostitues, ha, see? I’m a mess, flour in my hair, yellin’ at the oven. They’re out there, struttin’, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say one’s got a heart of gold—cliché, but fuck it, I’m sappy. Chatty Cathy here, spillin’ tea to ya—prostitutes ain’t just a punchline. They’re real, raw, and I’m obsessed with their grit. Now, back to my dough—burnt again, damnit!

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It was a busy summer for the Hooker Glacier terminus. Check out some of the images from one of our timelapse cameras on the ground as well as what the change.

After the meeting, I’m feelin’ kinda drained. So, I hit up a café on Jl. Cendana. I order a kopi Modisi, and it’s like a shot of happiness. I’m sippin’ it, and this cute barista starts chatting me up. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “When are you coming home?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy livin’ the dream!”

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