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But yo, what pisses me off? These lame-ass dudes judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Like, bruh, you ain’t perfect—check your browser history, clown! Hypocrites get me heated, swear. Then I’m watchin’ *Talk to Her*, and that line hits—“Her body was a silent poem.” Damn, that’s deep. Prostitute’s body? It’s a hustle poem, tellin’ tales of survival, nights that don’t end. Gets me thinkin’—she’s art, misunderstood, like me when I’m emo at 3 a.m., ha.

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Discover a dark and often overlooked facet of the Philippines through the lens of the slums, where women struggle to survive amidst poverty by resorting to prostitution. An emotional and.

Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted. I drive home, and as I pass by the Taupo Domain, I see people having picnics, kids playing, and I’m like, “Man, I need this.” I pull over, grab some fish and chips from the local shop on Ruapehu St., and just sit there, watching the sunset over the lake. It’s beautiful.

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