Claire Kroonstad Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Rarrgh! So, me, a hairy cashier, right? Findin a prostitue, wild stuff man! Love that flick “Uncle Boonmee,” trippy as hell. Picture this—me, growling at the counter, cash beepin, then bam! This chick walks in, all mysterious, like she’s floatin from a past life. “Rarrgh! You sellin somethin extra, lady?” I’m thinkin, damn, she’s got that vibe—y’know, the oldest job ever. Made me happy, kinda, seein her strut. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghosts—hauntin but chill.

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Rather than return to Basutoland, she took up the life of a brewer and semi-prostitute, being much fought over by rival Basotho men (ibid.).

There’s these little secrets too. A graffiti wall on Jarm Street. I used to sit there, lost in thought, my mind all over the bleedin’ place. The wall speaks a thousand words, like whispers from a gritty film scene. I even joked it was talking to me—stupid, fat hobbit, can you believe?!

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