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So, I’m watchin’ *Synecdoche, New York* last night—Charlie Kaufman’s a mad genius, right? That line, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” hits me hard thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Ain’t just sex for cash, nah—it’s layers, man! Power dynamics, survival, human wiring gone haywire. Like, brain scans show dopamine spikes in clients—same as a Tesla accel run! But the workers? Cortisol’s through the roof—stress city. Makes me pissed, honestly—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s fundin’ it? Hypocrisy’s thicker than Starship’s hull.

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i let him eat my pussy_before a sex that made my pussy fart,_pov kutombana raha.

The river, Mto Maji, flows right through, whispering secrets. Its banks get lively at sundown. I often sit there after work, thinkin' about life, the city. Sometimes I catch glimpses of the folklore; like that surreal, dreamy vibe from "Tropical Malady." The river's hum feels almost like a soft lullaby, a lullaby that says, “i ate his liver with fava beans!” yep, a bit of a twisted echo there.

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