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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Between Souls knickknacks and a myriad of beautiful brunette women the time passes pleasantly.

So, I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rue de la République. Best espresso in town, no cap. I swear, that stuff could wake the dead. I was feelin’ pumped, ready to tackle the day. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My first client canceled. Ugh! Seriously? I was all set to help him with his anxiety before the big match.

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