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Well, howdy there, friends! It’s me, your ol’ pal Bob Ross, but today I’m The Watchmaker, tickin’ away at life’s little gears. We’re gonna talk about somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, those street-walkin’ souls. Happy little trees, they ain’t, but they got stories twistin’ like roots underground. I’m thinkin’ of “Caché”—you know, my fave flick by that sneaky Haneke. “Who’s watchin’ who?” That’s what I’m wonderin’ bout these gals. Hidden cameras, secrets—kinda like their lives, huh?

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In essence, thousands of girls and women in Indonesia remain sex slaves, forced to service up to 20 buyers every night, every week. They have no options and no expectation that there is .

I gotta mention my fave hangout: a tiny cafe next to the old library, Biblioteca do Saber. Hidden gem, though you might miss it if you blink. The coffee hits like a double espresso shot and, man, it's epic. Sometimes, on lazy afternoons, I just vibe here and think about life, the city, that cool movie energy—even though I'm a spa guy, I'd be a great caped crusader!

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