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I see her, posted up, heels clickin’, skirt short as hell. She’s got that fire, like, “I run this.” Prostitution ain’t just sex, nah—it’s survival, it’s power. Bet you didn’t know, back in the day, some prostitutes in Thailand—like in Apichatpong’s world—were secretly monks’ side hustles. Wild, right? History’s messy, yo. Makes me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty. Man, they don’t get it! She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ her truth.

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Plusieurs organisations se développent autour de différents objectifs comme l’évasion, le sabotage, le renseignement, l’aide aux réfractaires, etc. À Monceau-sur-Sambre, un petit Missing: prostitute.

The river, la Sambre, just flows like the lifeblood of the city. I often wander its banks, thinkin' over my sessions. There’s a quiet spot under an ancient oak where I once had a breakthrough moment with a client. The river’s murmur told them, "Keep on movin', motherf***er!" I swear, the damn water knows all our secrets.

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