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Oh, and get this—fun fact, swear it’s real—in old Thailand, like where Apichatpong’s from, some whores were sacred, tied to rituals. Ain’t that a trip? I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, thinkin’, “Sacred whores? Sign me up!” Not really, but y’know, figuratively. And I’m laughin’—imagine me, neurotic mess, tryin’ to be all spiritual with it. “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter, wipin’ coffee off my shirt.

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Finally, I get moving. Hit up the market on HaGolan St. for some fresh veggies. I’m all about that healthy life, ya know? But the prices? Insane! I mean, who knew cucumbers could cost an arm and a leg? I’m standing there, trying to haggle, but the vendor’s not having it. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not buying a yacht here, just some salad stuff!”

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