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But den, she laughs, all chill, and I’m like, “Okay, dis is fun!” Reminds me of dat scene in *Blue* where dey’re just talkin’, connectin’, ya feel me? I’m all happy now, ‘cause it’s not just business—it’s human, raw, messy. I ask her, “You ever seen dat flick?” She’s like, “Nah, Arnie, I don’t do subtitles,” and I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “Dis chick’s a riot!” Little secret: some prositutes—sorry, prostitutes—got wild stories, like one I heard who paid her way through art school drawin’ nudes. Ain’t dat badass?

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This is an essay on the roots of Thai prostitution that I wrote for Apa Insight Guide: Bangkok. A decade ago, it was quite novel to suggest in a guidebook.

There's this park called River Run Park along the Clearcut River—it flows like life's chaos, tumbling by the worn-out but strangely beautiful rail bridge on Maple Ave. You see it? Yeah, that's where I once found a stray kitten during a thunderstorm while walking my thoughts away from work. Crazy, I know!

There's some Revolutionary reading coming your way this week