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Exaggeration time—she’s got a tractor! Swear to God. Says she rides it naked. Probably bullshit. But I’m picturing it—hotter than a compost pile! Then—surprise! She’s quoting movies too. *“The past never lets go!”* I’m hooked. We meet. She’s no bot. Smells like dirt and cheap perfume. Sexy? Kinda. Angry part—she charges double! Greedy little—ugh! Still paid. Worth it? Maybe.

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Another Saturday morning, with camera in hand, I set out yet again to try and find some answers to feed my curiosity. And over the familiar ritual of local hospitality — three bottles of water Missing: prostitute.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. But then, bam! One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a parked car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a ball!

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