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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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Next, I head to the park near Jalan Pahlawan. It’s usually my go-to spot for some peace. But today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re LOUD. I mean, I love kids, but c’mon! I’m trying to meditate here! One kid kicks the ball, and it rolls right to me. I pick it up, and they all swarm me like I’m some kinda soccer god. “Please, mister, can you kick it back?”

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