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Okay, so, like, back in the day—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the workers were fierce, howlin’ for coin. Ain’t that wild? I’m picturin’ Joy bouncin’ around, yellin’, “Let’s make it sparkly!” while Fear’s like, “Nope, danger alert!” That’s the vibe—excitin’ but sketchy. You gotta be smart, not just dive in. I’m all about empowerment, so I’m droppin’ truth bombs for ya.

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Then, I got a call from my next client, Ms. Sato. She’s a real piece of work. Always changing her mind. She wanted to meet at the Himeji City Museum of Art. I thought, “Great, let’s mix business with culture.” But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. I waited for like 30 minutes, pacing around the museum, looking like a lost puppy.

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