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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

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Arun Pandey of Arz, says, "TheBaina demolition has led to an escalation in highway prostitution, prostitutionin isolated places like jungles and prostitution in vehicles (private fourwheelers).".

But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me. I laugh it off, thinking, “What a day.” I finally get home, collapse on the couch, and just think about how crazy life in Godo can be.

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