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Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

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Once I’m back, I decide to grab some lunch at this little spot on the corner of Kuda Huraa. The food is bomb! I order some mas huni, and it’s like a flavor explosion. But then, I overhear these tourists complainin’ about the heat. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the Maldives! Embrace it!” But whatever, let ‘em sweat it out.

Government’s much-hyped RTL services reach Noonu atoll