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Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

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So, I sit down with my client. Let’s call him “Budi.” Budi’s got some serious issues. Family drama, work stress, the whole shebang. I’m trying to be all calm and collected, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t people just talk it out?” We dive deep into his problems, and I’m feeling all the feels. It’s heavy, man. But then, he cracks a joke about his cat, and I lose it. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my water.

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