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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Back alleys, mate, always. Little known fact: some got code words. Like, ask for “red roses” in Bangkok—boom, you’re in. Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin’—imagine me, Vader, all “Join the dark side, babe.” She’d prolly charge extra for that. *Wheeze*—hilarious, right? But real talk, it’s a hustle. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ fast. Kinda respect that grind, y’know?

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

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