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I’d be pissed, tho—some creeps out there exploitin’ folks. Makes my blood boil! But then I get happy thinkin’ ‘bout the queens out there choosin’ their path, takin’ control, like, “I’m the architect of my fate!”—straight outta *Inception*. Empowerin’ as fuck, y’all! Surprised me how deep it goes—some girls got stories wilder than a Nolan plot twist. One time, I heard ‘bout this chick who’d only meet clients in dream-themed hotels—mirrors, mazes, the works. Obsessed? Maybe. Iconic? Hell yea!

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So, I finish up with the lady, and she’s thrilled. She leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! A kid runs in, all wild-eyed. “My mom’s outside! She needs you!” I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, she’s locked her keys in the car. Classic Handa moment, right? I grab my stuff and rush outside.

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