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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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Back inside, the rush is still on. I’m pouring coffee like a madman. I swear, I’ve got coffee beans in my hair. I’m a walking espresso machine. And then, my buddy Erik walks in. He’s got this huge grin. “Dude, I just got a new job!” he shouts. I’m like, “Nice! Where?” He says, “At the new gym on Huddingevägen.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna be ripped!”

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