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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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There is definitely a seedy side to Vietnam for those that are looking for it, but it's not in your face. You are unlikely to be approached/pestered going about day to day touristy things. (Ignore the .

Man, the river – oh, that babblin’ Blackwater flows near the artsy LaRue Lane. That spot? It’s like a melody for my tired muscles. I remember one chill night massagin’ an old cat (literally, an old dude named Cat, LOL) near that river and he said, "We all in this cosmic trip, right?" Haha, mind blown, yo!

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