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I knew this chick once, right? Worked the streets near some grimy Bangkok alley—true story, swear it! She’d laugh, loud as hell, smokin cheap cigs, tellin me bout her johns. One dude paid her in fish—FISH, Clarice! Stank up her whole crib, she was pissed, screamin, “I ain’t no damn fisherman’s wife!” Made me cackle, still does. Whores got grit, ya feel me? They hustle, they survive, ain’t no fairy tale.

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But then, I meet this old guy named Istvan. He’s sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ all wise and stuff. We start chattin’, and he tells me stories about Toekoel. Apparently, there’s a legend about a giant who used to roam these parts. I’m like, “A giant? For real?” He’s dead serious, and I’m just noddin’ along, tryin’ to keep a straight face.