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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Nowhere in Korea did the author find prostitution rigidly organized. It was always a loose affair and the girls enjoyed a great deal of personal freedom.

I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

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