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So, I bounce—find another spot. This one chick—surprise!—she’s got a tattoo. Says “Peace” in cursive—ironic, huh? I’m laughin’—can’t help it. “Groovy,” I say, channellin’ *Inherent Vice*. She’s like, “Twenty bucks.” I’m like, “Done!” Quickest deal ever—bam! Felt like a king—total rush.

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When I was in Ethiopia, in the capital city's Mercato district, girls were offering sexual services for one birr. At the time the exchange rate.

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading back home, and I see this guy yelling at his girlfriend in the middle of the street. Like, come on, dude! Not cool. I’m all for passion, but there’s a time and place, right? I’m just standing there, awkwardly waiting for the drama to unfold. It’s like a soap opera, but I’m not getting paid to watch!