Claire Fakfak Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’—like in *Memento*, “How can you trust your memory?” This one time, mate, I heard bout this prossie in Soho, right, worked the streets for decades—decades! Swear she had more stories than a holovid. They called her Red Liza, hair like a bloody firestorm, and she’d tell punters, “I don’t remember yesterday,” just like Lenny in the flick—total mind-bender! Made me laugh, tho, cos she probs fleeced ‘em twice, and they’d never know!

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There’s a constant demand for prostitutes along Madhya Pradesh’s main highway. Here, young women sit on traditional woven beds - a sign to passing truckers that they’re selling sex. Many.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking monsoon-level rain. We’re both soaked, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a wet dog.” But he starts laughing, and I can’t help but join in. It’s ridiculous! We’re just two drenched fools in the middle of a field.

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