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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

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Then, outta nowhere, this girl runs up. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got electrocuted. She’s shoutin’, “My friend’s inside! You gotta let me in!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s not a free-for-all.” But she’s persistent, man. I can’t help but admire her spirit. So, I let her in, but I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna end badly.”

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