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Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ and payin’. It’s a dance, man—like in Certified Copy, “What’s true, what’s not?” You’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and your own damn conscience. Once saw a guy—big fella, tats everywhere—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Cracked me up—buddy, she ain’t a used couch! Surprised me how bold some folks get—balls of steel, I tell ya.

Trading Tricks

This hotel is a small heaven in an otherwise dirty kuta. It is a bit expensive. Positive: big room, two double beds, tv with a lot of international channels.

Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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