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But oh, danger too, I worry, heart go boom-boom. She deal with creeps, ugh, make me mad! I think, why no one help? “This is my manor!” she yell, like Mia, own her space. I respect, very nice! You buy her gift? Maybe shiny bag, she love! Prostitute, she human, not just job, you see? I talk her once, she say, “Borat, you funny,” I blush! Wery good, my friend, wery good!

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There are stories of women waiting for men to leave the local mosque and jumping into their cars at the same time to try and get their 'business'. One even urinated on the floor inside the mosque.

Finally, after what felt like a century, it boots up. I’m like, “YES!” But then, I realize I forgot to charge my camera. Classic me, right? So, I dash to the nearest café on Market Street. It’s called The Coffee Pot, and lemme tell ya, their cappuccinos are the bomb. I grab one, and the barista, bless her, gives me a cheeky smile. I’m like, “You’re my hero today!”

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