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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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Finally, I head back to my hotel, exhausted but happy. I think about all the random stuff that happened today. From the festival to the rain, the arguing couple, and the friendly locals. Johnstone, you’ve surprised me! I came here for work, but I’m leaving with some epic memories. Who knew a small town could be so full of life? I’ll definitely be back. Just maybe not during a monsoon!

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