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Alright, so prostitute—where do I start? Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em—sellin’ a story, not just the goods. Watched *Stories We Tell* again last night—Sarah Polley’s mess of family secrets got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like walkin’ documentaries—layers of truth, half-truths, and straight-up bullshit. “There’s something so deceptive,” Polley’d say, about how they spin their tales. Been archivin’ weird crap forever, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and guys, don’t kid yerself) got histories wilder than a rabid raccoon on meth.

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She accompanied them to the flat in Zastron Street, Bloemfontein, where she was forcibly injected with drugs and intimidated. She was forced into prostitution the same night. The traffickers.

I dunno, it’s a mash-up of feelings – happy, frustrated, excited – all rolled into one cosmic stew. But remember: We come in peace, we come in love, and Bloemfontein’s got that vibe that makes you wanna laugh, cry, and sometimes shout “Moonrise Kingdom!” coz it's all art in motion.

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