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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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The present chapter is a reflection of the nature of prostitution relationships based on an ethnographic study.

Then, I get a call from my mom. She’s in Kin too, visiting some shrine or whatever. She’s all excited, telling me about the beautiful views from the top of the hill. I’m like, “Mom, I’m stuck in a paper jungle!” But she’s not hearing it. “You should take a break!” she says. Yeah, right.

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