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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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Once in Thailand, Rath was captured by gangsters, who took her to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, and sold her to a brothel, where she was imprisoned. The man who ran the brothel .

Oh, and now for my fave spot—Treppen Park. Crazy, a park's got steps and hidden corners. I chill there and let my thoughts explode, like in dreams within dreams—man, it's so surreal! Sometimes, while relaxing, I whisper “Why so serys?” and giggle, thinking of my own madness.

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