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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

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There's Turtle Pond Park, man. It's chill AF. I used to, like, laugh so hard massaging dudes there. The vibe tickles my soul, like “error: is this art?” (ya know, from that Synecdoche movie, where you’re, like, wondering if you're real – wild, right?)