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Alright, so here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, yeah, the “I ate his liver with fava beans” guy, talkin bout a prostitute—random, right? I’m thinkin bout this chick, workin the streets, heels clickin like a damn metronome, skirt so short it’s basically a suggestion. Kinda reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—you seen that flick? My fave, Michael Haneke, 2009, all bout hidden filth in pretty villages. “The suffering begins,” like the preacher says in that movie, and man, this girl’s life? Suffering’s her middle name, prolly tattooed somewhere.

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Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types of hookers, relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for sex and where they hang out. .

And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

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