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Hmmmm, prostitute, you ask about? Dark, twisted life it is. Like *Melancholia*, y’know—doom creeps in slow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say, watching her strut. Streets she owns, head high, heels clickin’. Sad it makes me, but damn, respect too! Saw this gal once—Lola, they called her—worked corners near Mos Eisley, ha! Not really, but feels like it—grimy, lost. “The end is near,” she’d mutter, like Justine in the flick. World’s end she meant? Or hers? Dunno.

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And there’s a new entry to the Bali sex scene: Russian prostitutes, and girls from Eastern Europe, who can command far more from clients than locals, said the manager.

I’m laughing, pouring drinks by candlelight, and it’s actually kinda magical. Balvi’s streets are quiet outside, but inside? It’s a whole vibe. I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”

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