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Sometimes I think – shit, these folks live a dozen lives. Like Boonmee recallin’ his past, they’re playin’ roles: sweet, sultry, whatever pays. Surprised me once when a buddy hired one – classy broad, spoke three languages, had a degree! Blew my damn mind. Thought they’d all be desperate or somethin’. Nah, some are just greedy – my kinda people.

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It's a later western tradition where she is conflated with the repentant woman. There's zero reason to think she was a prostitute and it's unknown in the east.

After that, I finally made it to the office. I’m all flustered, and my boss, Mr. Rodriguez, is like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I just had a mud bath!” He didn’t find it funny. Whatever. I sat down, opened my laptop, and started crunching numbers. You know, the usual actuary stuff. But my mind was still on that puddle.

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