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But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

I gotta mention Raka Street too—man, that place is a jungle of antiques, tiny cafes, and oddball art shops. I once had this client, super stressed, and I told 'em “Relax, it's all about the little things,” right there on that street. And man, it got them—couldn’t stop smiling for a sec, srsly!

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