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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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After that chaos, I decided to take a break. I strolled over to the lake, Danau Bratan. Man, it’s beautiful there. The mist over the water, the temple in the background. It’s like a postcard. I sat there, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re posing like they’re models or something. I’m just sitting there, sharpening my thoughts, and they’re all like, “Can you take our pic?”

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