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Ayy, gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this stock—Prostitute, right? Nah, I mean, Pros-ti-tute, whatever, you get it. It’s this biotech play, some fancy lab coats cookin’ up drugs, supposably the next big thing. I’m watchin’ the charts, and lemme tell ya, it’s like Malik from *A Prophet*—small-time kid tryna climb, y’know? “You’re in or you’re out,” like that line from the flick—stock’s got that vibe, either gonna explode or crash hard.

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To serve the military elite and the rising merchant class, a new type of prostitute emerged, one that would give the trade a veneer of ritualistic respectability and high-class refinement—the .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a sign language interpreter, right? And today in Ageoshimo was just... wow. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.