So let me just relate this little anecdote:
In rural Hungary, at 2 in the morning, we had to stop and ask a prostitute for directions. I kept waiting for her pimp to jump out from behind some shrub and kill us all. She was nice, and she didn’t have to be, and it made me sad.
Natalia A. 
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Dear natalia. I’m impressed with your neurosis, I’m likely to have thoughts just like that too.
Nice blog here, I like it. I am writing from Afghanistan
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