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Ever think bout the mirrors? All over brothels, mate – creepy as fuck. Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but ain’t no one laughin’ there. Just eyes starin’ back, judgin’ ya. Gives me the willies, it does! Reckon they’re haunted or summat – ghosts of broken dreams, yeah?

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It is a story of triumph for the children and young teens released from a life of slavery and the rescuer who freed many hundreds of victims.

Then I hit up the Central Market Hall. OMG, the smells! Fresh paprika, pastries, and fish. I’m droolin’ like a dog. I grab some lángos, and let me tell ya, it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m munchin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts talkin’ about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food.” But she’s relentless. I nod and smile, but inside, I’m like, “Please, just let me eat in peace!”

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