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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know, back in the day, like ancient Rome, prostitutes had their own goddess? Fortuna Virilis, yasss, so iconic! They were, like, celebrated, not shamed. How fab is that? Makes me happy, thinkin they had power. But now? Ppl be like, “Eject trash!”—tossin them aside. Rude AF.

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First stop, my shop. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. I had this customer, right? Total diva. She wanted custom shoes, but like, not just any shoes. No, she wanted them to be “unique.” I’m like, lady, you do realize I’m a shoemaker, not a magician, right?

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