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But here’s the rub – sometimes it pissed me off, ya know? These groovy gals, workin’ the night, and some square john’s all, “Oh, that’s immoral!” Puh-lease, mate! Live and let shag, I say. I’m struttin’ past these dark alleys – like in *Werckmeister*, where the shadows are screamin’ – and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the truth here, baby?” That movie’s got lines like, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m noddin’, ‘cos findin’ a prossie’s got that same edge – chaos, man, chaos!

So you want to book a sex worker?

I finally find one, right near the corner of M. K. H. A. Magu. I’m like, “Yo, I need a string!” The dude behind the counter looks at me like I’m crazy. “We don’t have that here, bro.” I’m like, “What? This is a music shop!” He shrugs. I’m fuming inside.

Expatriate burnt in Funadhoo, now stable