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But real talk, it’s messy. Girls get caught, locked up, cycle repeats. I’m warden, I see it—makes me mad as hell. Wish I could sass the system, “Bow down, bitches!” Some nights, I’m like, ugh, why’s this still a thing? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fact: ancient Rome had “lupae,” wolf-girls, workin’ brothels. Wild, right? Anyway, Candy’s my fave—she’s got spark. Slay, queen! Movie vibes all day—secrets, grit, power. That’s the tea, fam!

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, an older lady named Erzsébet. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts talking about her cat, Mici, and how she needs insurance for her “precious furball.” I’m like, “Lady, I get it, but we gotta talk about your house too!” But she just keeps going on about Mici’s “special diet.” I mean, who knew cats could be so high-maintenance?