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The girls, tho—some tough as nails, others broken. One told me she sends cash home, feeds her kid. Hit me hard—*Tree of Life* vibes, “The only way to be happy is to love.” She’s lovin’ through hell! Blew my mind. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re messy, human, raw. Sometimes I wanna burn ‘em down, sometimes I’m like—damn, this is life, ugly and real.

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Brothels of Bangkok. Each one reminded me of my trafficker and the men he sold me to, callous men ruled by their cravings, disconnected from.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—salmon, of course—and the cashier, this sweet old lady, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, lady!” But then, BAM! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and she’s just chuckling. I mean, c’mon!

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