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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near some dingy bar—red lipstick smeared like she just ate a cherry popsicle, heels so high she’s practiclly on stilts. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Todd Haynes, 2002, pure gold. Cathy, in that movie, she’s all prim and trapped, right? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but it’s bullshit—she’s suffocating. Prostitutes? They ain’t suffocatin’. They’re out there, raw, real, no fake smiles.

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Sooo, ya gotta come down soon! Let’s hit up all these spots in true Hulk Hogan style, brother! You with me? Just be ready for deep chats, mad laughs, and a whirlwind of memories. Rondebosch is our rock, man – like that enchanting vibe of Tropical Malady, making each moment a rollercoaster of emotions, unexpected twists, and pure raw nature!

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