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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Now, I love me that movie, *The Lives of Others*—that East German vibe, Stasi listenin’ in, secrets spillin’ like whiskey on a bar floor. So, picture this: you’re out there, huntin’ for a good time, right? Sneakin’ around like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, tryin’ to catch a signal. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, really, darlin’—you skulkin’ in shadows, hopin’ nobody’s watchin’ YOU?

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During the regime of the Taliban, as there was no other way to make a living, I turned to prostitution. I was in contact with a Talib whose name was Sakhi Dad; he gave me ten lack .

We decided to grab lunch at this place on Jalan Merdeka. Rudi ordered this massive plate of seafood. I went for the sate. Man, it was so good! But then, I saw a rat scurry by. I was like, “Nope, I’m done!” I mean, Taliwang is great, but that was a bit much.

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