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Loved *The New World*, ya know? That Terrence Malick flick—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that raw, wild beauty. “What voice is this?” she’d say, all poetic n shit, starin’ at the horizon. Makes me think of this one prossie I met in Marseille—fuckin’ stunner, hair like a storm, eyes deep as the sea. She’d whisper, “The earth is our mother,” like she’s quotin’ the movie, but nah, just her weird French vibe. Made me laugh—prostitute droppin’ philosophy! Greed is good, sure, but she had soul, man.

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Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay, was a haunting chronicle of abject lives. Girls were kidnapped from their families in rural villages.

Check out our secret gem: the Little Book Nook on Seventh. It’s tiny and packed with scribbled notes. I found comfort there, as I scribbled my thoughts – family splits here, sweet reunions there. Odd, right? Errr, what a diaspora, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, experience tells me: families break then rebuild, like shattered mirrors rejoined clumsily.

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