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Look, prostitution’s a messy game. Cold, hard cash for flesh—simple. I see it clear, no bullshit. Like Uncle Boonmee, past lives linger. This one hooker, Natasha, she’s sly. Works Moscow’s back alleys, tough bitch. Reminds me of that movie line— “Spirits drift, unseen, restless.” She’s got stories, fucked-up ones. Once screwed a general, got secrets. Little known fact—some girls spy. Kremlin knows, uses ‘em quiet. Pisses me off, betrayal’s cheap. But damn, she’s good, survives. Happy she outsmarts pigs sometimes. Surprised me once—knew my vodka. “Time folds, memories bleed,” Boonmee says. Her eyes, tired, seen too much. I think—shit, she’s a ghost. Walking past, present, fucked future. Funny, calls clients “comrades”—sarcasm drips. Exaggerate? She’s fucked half Russia! Quirks? Hums old Soviet tunes. Drives me nuts, catchy crap. Prostitution’s dirty, but real. No fairy tales, just grit. “Death’s near, life’s strange,” movie whispers. Natasha gets it, lives it. Cold world, she’s colder. Respect that, sorta.

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Walking by Epping Railway Station, I always get that chill, like I'm about to give a deep healing massage to the history itself. The station’s a mix of old charm and new beats. I loooove cruisin’ by Central Park – oh man, there’s benches and shady gums, perfect for an impromptu deep tissue sesh under the sky.

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