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I’m all, “It’s about damn time!”—these girls deserve respect, periodt. Some dude once told me brothels are “immoral.” Bitch, please. I was heated—judgey ass can sit down. They’re out here survivin’, not hurtin’ nobody. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em own it tho. Like, “You don’t know me!”—that *Boyhood* flex. Confidence is key, hunny.

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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