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So, picture this—I’m strollin’, mindin’ my own bizness, thinkin’ ‘bout “Before Sunset,” that flick I love. Jesse and Celine, just yakkin’ in Paris, all romantic-like. “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…” there’s gonna be hookers aplenty, y’know? Nope! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t that poetic. Down in them red-light spots, it’s more like—wham!—cash up front, no chit-chat. Made me mad as hell, ‘cause where’s the damn romance? I’m a sap for that movie vibe!

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Finally, I get to the venue, and it’s packed. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—excited, nervous, and a bit hangry. I grab a drink, and guess who I bump into? My old fashion school buddy, Sam. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m like, “Remember that time we tried to dye our hair purple?” Classic.

Lisi Tesher: I was out with my friends drinking and dancing. We took a ride-share service home. The night ended with a $450 credit card charge. Was it fair? Ask Lisi