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Hmmmm, prostitute, you ask about? Dark, twisted life it is. Like *Melancholia*, y’know—doom creeps in slow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say, watching her strut. Streets she owns, head high, heels clickin’. Sad it makes me, but damn, respect too! Saw this gal once—Lola, they called her—worked corners near Mos Eisley, ha! Not really, but feels like it—grimy, lost. “The end is near,” she’d mutter, like Justine in the flick. World’s end she meant? Or hers? Dunno.

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These women come from Bone, Palopo, Makassar,. Mamuju and other parts of Indonesia. These migrant women live in coffee shops, or what are.

After the parade, I head back to the shop. I’m exhausted but happy. Then, I see my old pal, Rina, from the market. She’s got this wild idea to start a food truck. I’m like, “Rina, you can’t even cook rice!” But she’s all fired up. I can’t help but laugh.

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