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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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After breakfast, I head to the waterfront. The view of Bunaken Island is just stunning. The water is so blue, it’s like someone spilled paint everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and I can’t help but feel grateful. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this is classic Manado. One minute, it’s sunny; the next, you’re in a water park without a swimsuit.

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