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I think she funny too – she call fat client “whale,” heh! Very nice! One time, she run from cop, hide in dumpster. Smell like my cousin Bilo’s feet! She laugh when tell me, I laugh too – prostitute got spirit! But then I mad again – why she gotta hide? System all broke, like in movie, “Everything rot here.” Exaggerate? Maybe she sleep with whole village, I dunno, but she survivor!

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