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What trips me out? Some prostitutes in history—like Phryne in Greece—got mad rich, owned land, flipped the script! Meanwhile, I’m over here, broke, yellin’ at pigeons. She probs laughed at suckers, like, “Pay me, fool!” Love that energy—makes me happy as hell. But yo, the danger? That shit’s real. Gets me mad—pimps, johns, fuckin’ predators. “What do you know about love?” Ida’s aunt would say. Prostitutes know survival, not romance—damn, that hits.

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I head over to the office on Kishi-dori, and the vibe is tense. Everyone’s glued to their screens. Stocks are up, stocks are down. It’s like a rollercoaster, but without the fun. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. Then, outta nowhere, the market takes a nosedive. I’m talkin’ a freefall like it’s skydiving without a parachute. My heart drops. I can feel the sweat on my brow.

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