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Here’s the deal—ya gotta be smart. Prostitution’s old as dirt—fact! Ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ for coin. Wild, huh? Makes ya wonder—how’d they actuarially rate *that* risk? Me, I’d be pissed—still am—seein’ folks judge ‘em. They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya. Got me all riled up once, yellin’ at some stiff suit who called ‘em trash. “Man, you don’t get it!” I hollered.

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So, I’m cleanin’ up the mess, and guess who walks in? The mayor! Yeah, the big guy himself. He’s all smiles, shakin’ hands, and I’m like, “Dude, you just missed the soccer game!” He laughs, but I’m still mad about the window. He buys some sausages and leaves. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta fix this window and deal with angry customers.”

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