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Then—boom—cops show, sirens wailin’, chaos! She bolts, legs flyin’, dude’s yellin’, “Where’s my money?!” Hilarious, best comedy, better than TV. I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*’s quiet streets!” Eilis said, “I’ll forget this place,” but me? I ain’t forgettin’ this—epic, totally epic. Prostitute’s gone, poof, like she’s a ghost—smart, real smart.

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In this volume, Shannon Bell recovers the courtesan of ancient Greece as both sophistic philosopher and erotic teacher.

Some days, I'm mad at how quickly time slips by when I’m in Bell. It’s like every minute’s a treasure chest, but sometimes, I’m frustrated how people miss the small wonders. My quirks kick in—I'd run around sometimes, laughing erratically with joy, almost tripping over my own feet (seriously, my clumsiness is epic!). It's messy, it's real, ya know? Ain't nothin’ perfect about it, but that's what makes it beautiful.

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