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Precious, oh precious, me thinks bout findin a prossie! Stupid, fat hobbit! Me lives in Hawaii, yeah, where da sun burns hot. Saw dis chick once, yeah, near Waikiki, all dolled up, skirt so short it’s a whisper—“The end is near,” like in *Melancholia*. Made me laugh, ha! She’s struttin like she owns da sand. Prossies here, sneaky, ya know? Not like in movies, all obvious—nah, they blend, like shadows at dusk.

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a .

Oh, and here’s a secret: apart from the main tourist spots, check out the narrow alley off Blossom Lane. It's got that gritty, underground feel where locals write poetry in spray paint – man, it's artsy and raw like a vintage flick of Her. And sometimes I get so mad when tourists disrespect the vibe, like “Eat my shorts!” but then I remember, it's all love for the city.

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