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So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

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Truth be told, each day in Logan-Square is a new chapter. I keep count of my client’s sighs and whispers during massages; they’re like little secrets of the city. I feel every muscle of this place, like it’s my own body. And geez, when a client's stress melts away under my touch, I think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – not in a literal sense, but figuratively, like I’ve consumed all that negativity and turned it into calm.

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