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I’m thinkin’, *Carol* vibes fit here. That line—“I’m no good at this”—prostitutes prob’ly hear that from nervous newbies all the time! Ha! Makes me chuckle. But real talk: ya gotta be sharp. Cops, scams, weirdos—D’oh!—it’s a jungle! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d rather wrestle a radioactive gator Ascot’s got a nose for this stuff—Homer Simpson, Creative Director, sniffin’ out the good, the bad, and the shady. Favorite flick *Carol*—all that quiet tension—teaches ya to spot the real deal. So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, risky, but kinda thrillin’—like sneakin’ a peek at somethin’ forbidden. “What we have is a little moment”—and that’s all it is, pal! Stay safe, or ya might end up sayin’, “D’oh!” for all the wrong reasons.

The Sunset at Mandalay Palace

Prostitutes, Menstrual Blood, Minor-Wives, and Feeding the Ducks. Learning about Gender in Thailand. From the book At Home and in the Field. LeeRay M. Costa.

The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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