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Hey, so, prostitute, huh? What’s the deal there? I’m sittin here, thinkin—slow—like, what’s her story? Ya know, like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” that flick I love—2011, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius—where everybodys got secrets buried deep. Prostitute’s like that, man, a mystery walkin. I see her, maybe on some dim street, heels clickin, and I’m like, “Who’s she really?” Not just some hooker, nah, there’s layers, like the doc in the movie says, “Life’s a torment, isn’t it?”

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MacGregor's Notes ; Prostitution as such did not exist in Rotuma. Women who were outright morally lax and known to consort with any man who wished them were.

Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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