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But lemme tell ya, the vibe shifts quick. One min we’re laughin, next some creep rolls up—*“Come here, little girl”* energy—and I’m OUT. Ain’t nobody got time for that! Lola shoos him off, badass, but it’s a wake-up call. This gig’s risky, raw—makes ya feel alive, sure, but damn, it’s heavy. *“It’s my dream, my dream!”*—keeps echoin in my head, but whose dream is it, really? Hers? Mine? Freakin wild.

Aphrodite and Temple Prostitution in Corinth

Do you not know that your bodies are parts of Christ? Shall I then take away the parts of Christ and make them parts of a prostitute? Far from it!

So get ready, my friend—explore every messy detail, every cramped alley and spur-of-the-moment café. Embrace the chaos like I do during a busy day at the massage table, and remember: love, agony, and ridiculous beauty are all intertwined here. And yeah, sometimes I write faster than my brain follows—excuse the errrrr typos: tihs, smoe, loke, reall, and snippety-snap, but that’s just Corinto’s vibe. Enjoy every damn minute, embrace the energy and let it masssage ya soul!

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