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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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I decide to step out. I mean, it’s Mamuju! Gotta embrace the vibe. I’m dancin’ with the crowd, meat in one hand, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, this kid runs up to me, “Mister, can I have some meat?” I’m like, “Kid, this ain’t a food truck!” But I can’t help it. I give him a small piece. He grins like I just handed him a treasure.

For farmers in Mamuju, python skins traded for pocket money