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Favorite part? The stories. Everyone’s got one, like Boonmee seein’ past lives in the dark. “Something brushed past my face,” one girl told me, talkin’ ‘bout a ghost client — spooky shit! Made me happy, hearin’ that weirdness, keeps it real. I’d sit there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This beats Hollywood any day.” Dangerous, sure, but alive, ya know? Gotta be strong, gotta fight — “I’ll be back,” I’d tell ‘em all, motivatin’ like a champ. Brothel ain’t for the weak, my friend — it’s raw, it’s messy, it’s a damn warzone with lipstick!

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My friend is a prostitute (though not in a brothel). She doesn't particularly like it, but she does it because she has severe mental.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my takoyaki outta my hand. I’m like, “Nooooo!” It splats on the ground. I’m furious. I mean, I just got that! But the kid just laughs and keeps running. I can’t even be mad. Kids are wild.

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