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My fave bit? The hustle. Some escorts got rules— no kissin’, no cuddlin’, just biz. Reminds me of Ofelia in the movie, followin’ orders, dodgin’ traps. One gal I read bout, true story, she’d only meet in hotels with two exits. Smart, paranoid—my kinda chick. Wonder if she’d dig *Pan’s Labyrinth* too? Prolly not, too busy countin’ cash. Oh, and the cash! Top-tier escorts rake in $1k a night— blows my mind. Happiest I felt was imaginin’ that kinda dough. Me, I’d blow it on whiskey and rare DVDs.

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After that, I decide to chill at the local café on Jalan Merdeka. I order a kopi Amlapura. It’s strong, like, “Whoa!” But I need it. I sit there, watchin’ the world go by. The locals are friendly, always smilin’. I love that about this place. But then, I overhear this guy talkin’ about deforestation. My heart sinks. I’m a forester, and that hits hard. I wanna scream, “Stop cuttin’ down the trees!” But I just sip my coffee instead.

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