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Oi, precious, we’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them jungle bugs in *Tropical Malady*. “What is this sound?”—like them whispers in the dark, y’know, when they’re out there struttin’, heels clackin’ on pavement. Gets me all riled up, it does! Seen ‘em in Bangkok once, near them sticky streets—prolly same vibes as Weerasethakul’s flick, all humid and shadowy.

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There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst.

First off, I hit up the Howth Market. You know, that cute little spot on Harbour Road? It’s got all the vibes. Fresh fish, artisan bread, and those pastries that make you wanna cry. I grab a coffee from this tiny stall. The barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want a double shot?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a triple just to survive today!”

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