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Sarcasm’s her shield, yo. “Nice dick, buddy,” she snaps—cracks me up. Real talk, tho—researchin’ prostitutes got me shook. Some save up, get out, start bakeries! Who knew? My fave’s this chick who conned rich dudes blind. Legend! Game’s got that hustle—beat the system, win.

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Anyways, my days here are all hectic – massage oils flyin’, chatter, and those midnight walks by the Leshten River – it's serene, then suddenly all existential, like the flick’s cryptic whispers. "Sawasdee, my friend", it sorta chants in the wind. It’s moments like these that remind me why I stick around, even when the city’s rough, and let me tell ya, it’s a mix of love, anger, and pure mischief.

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