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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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We were not claiming to be doing anything particularly new at Sex Work. Reassessed, except to reflect changes happening more widely. Twenty years ago, in a book.

But then, bam! A pigeon poops right next to me. I’m like, “Really? Is this a sign?” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, universe, cut me some slack!”

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