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I was so mad once, saw this docu on how society trashes ‘em, calls ‘em dirty. Like, bruh, they’re people! Made me wanna yell, “Eat my shorts!” at the haters. But then, I read this lil-known story—back in ancient Greece, some prostitutes were super respected, like philosophers or somethin’. Mind blown, right?

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First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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