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Alright, so prostitute—where do I start? Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em—sellin’ a story, not just the goods. Watched *Stories We Tell* again last night—Sarah Polley’s mess of family secrets got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like walkin’ documentaries—layers of truth, half-truths, and straight-up bullshit. “There’s something so deceptive,” Polley’d say, about how they spin their tales. Been archivin’ weird crap forever, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and guys, don’t kid yerself) got histories wilder than a rabid raccoon on meth.

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Then, I finally got outta that mess and headed to the Demak Grand Mosque. Wow, that place is stunning! The architecture is just mind-blowing. I mean, the way the sunlight hits those tiles? Pure magic. I took a moment to breathe it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me selling snacks. I’m like, “Dude, I just had breakfast!” But he’s persistent, and I’m weak. I bought some fried tofu. It was delish, but I felt guilty. Like, am I supporting child labor or just a kid hustling? Ugh, the moral dilemmas!

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