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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

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This paper deals with the historical understanding of the Bedia as sex workers and the contemporary situation of a particular community.

I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this lady who smells like garlic and a kid who won’t stop kickin’ my seat. I’m tryin’ to stay calm, but inside, I’m a mess. I finally get to the hospital, and my sister’s waitin’ for me. She looks worried, and that makes me even more anxious.

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