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Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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Mark, who passed away on Monday, was a champion of people on the edge of society. Of the 18 books and various photo essays she published, Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay, is one .

And then, there’s the park—het Vaartpark. Man, when I sit under the old oak tree, I feel like I’m in some indie film scene. Perfect for deep thoughts, kinda like "Oldboy" but with less revenge (lol, no good mood there, I swear)! Sometimes I even bring my notebook, scribbling thoughts on life’s messy family dynamics. It makes me wanna shout “NO CAPES!” because I mean, seriously, why cover up our genuine selves?

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