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Throw Poppy in the middle of Darfur, and have her try to find the source of the ganjaweed horde's pain and foul mood as they take turns gang-raping 8-year olds.
You are in the Jungle, Poppy; the pristine, beatific, 1% richest people in the world part of it...but you're in the jungle nonetheless. Your immunity to the true nature of the world manifests itself as ignorant bliss...good for you, eh?