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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

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BEAUTIFUL PROSTITUTE. I feel like Jesus right now. Full of soul at taste of her mouth. Come find a light. Inside my heart. Deny what you. Know to be true.

You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

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