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Okay, so picture this—I’m strollin’ Bangkok, right? Not ‘cause I’m lookin’, but ‘cause I’m nosy. Streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, and bam—there’s this chick, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ like she owns the night. “You lost, old man?” she smirks. Pissed me off, I ain’t *that* old! But then, I laugh—she’s got guts, y’see? Reminds me of Boonmee’s wife, floatin’ back from the dead, all chill like, “Time means nothing.” Time don’t mean shit here either—five minutes, fifty bucks, done.

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First stop, I’m at the Central Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Trees, benches, and that fountain that’s always spitting water like it’s mad at the world. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my group. And then, boom! This kid runs by, trips, and splashes water all over me. I’m soaked! Like, seriously? I’m here to guide, not to be a human water balloon. But hey, I laugh it off. Kids, right?

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