Emily Lucan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. She’s like, “We need to talk about the new system.” I’m thinking, “Oh great, just what I need.” I mean, can’t a librarian catch a break? But I put on my best “I’m totally calm” face and say, “Sure, let’s chat.”

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