Emily Soka Prostitute ❤️

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She’s a mystery, man! Seducin’ dudes, takin’ their cash—kinda like me with tax returns, but sexier. Hella sexier. I’m jealous, ok? She’s free, wild, while I’m stuck with spreadsheets. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate…”—I hate how she’s got no 401k, no benefits, yet she’s livin’ raw, real. Didya know some prostitutes in history, like in old Rome, paid taxes? Legit! Called ‘em “registered women”—ironic, huh, for an accountant like me to geek out over?

¡Las mujeres de la Soka son radiantes soles de esperanza!

And sure enough the female parrots blurt out, "Hi, we're prostitutes, want to have some fun?" One male parrot looks over at the other male.

But then, my phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh. I gotta go back to the grind. So, I’m outta the ramen shop, and the rain’s stopped, but now it’s all steamy and humid. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling, and I’m like, “Man, I can’t even juggle my life!”

Q&A with a student success dean, Soka University of America