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Oh, and the outfits—lordy! Glitter, heels, fake lashes—makes me jealous, then sad. I’m in this apron, hair like a blue mop, while they’re out there sparklin’. But then—hmm…—I think, “Marge, you’re no Dae-su, trapped and fightin’.” I’m free, sorta. Still, escort’s a hustle I couldn’t hack—too nervy, too nuts!

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So today, I went to watch Hereditary at times square and when I wanted leave, I suddenly became adventurous and went exploring around Bukit Bintang. I purposely walked around the .

Now, there's that big ol’ market square, Market Central, where the locals be chattin’ and haggling. I once gave a massage near it (yeah, right in the buzz of it all) and man, the energy was just wild. I remember mumblin’ “everything’s falling apart, but oh my God, we still love this crazy life,” kinda like that line in Children of Men when, you know, hope's scarce. "The human race is in trouble" kinda vibe, but we keep pushin’ on—y’all feel me?

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