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What gets me? The lies—everyone’s lyin’! Pimps, johns, even the girls sometimes. I’m mutterin’, *“Truth’s slipperier than a ghost monkey!”*—yep, Boonmee’s monkeys creep in my brain. I’m emotional, okay? Seein’ these gals, so young, it breaks my heart. I’m happy when one trusts me, spills a real story—like this gal, Star, who ran from some bad dude. I’m helpin’ her, thinkin’, *“Marge, you’re no hero, but try!”*

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She is from Thailand working as a prostitute here in Asia. We falling in love with each other after a few visit her in the brothel. We had.

Then, I’m strolling down Grajska cesta, feeling all philosophical. I’m thinking about life, love, and why I didn’t bring snacks. Big mistake. I’m starving! So, I pop into this cute café, and they have the best kremšnita. Like, I could marry that dessert. Seriously, it’s like a fluffy cloud of happiness. I’m devouring it, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the legends of Bled. Apparently, the church on the island is haunted or something. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna be scared of ghosts while I’m trying to enjoy my vacation.”

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