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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

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Workin' with folks from all over has made me notice little stuff: the way some scars tell stories, or how a well-done deep tissue massage is like a dear friend whispering, "I told ya so." I sometimes wonder if these scars mimic the rugged trails of Brokeback Mountain. Hell, “I’d rather be ridin’ the plains than stuck in a massage chair.” It’s a wild life, full of odd encounters, like talking to a wall sometimes.

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