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Still, it’s heavy, man. “The past never lets go,” like in the movie. These girls, they’re stuck, runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pimp, maybe life. Exaggeratin’? Hell no—this shit’s realer than my gold chains! So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Open ya damn eyes, hit the streets, but don’t be a fool. Mr. T sees it all—pity the sucka who don’t!

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

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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