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But ugh, the sad stuff gets me mad. Girls forced into it—grrr! Like, c’mon, world, do better! “Who’re we kiddin’ here?”—that’s from the movie, right? Secrets and lies, prostitutes dealin’ with that daily. I’m all, “Hmm… poor things,” nasally whinin’ to Homer in my head. Oh, surprise hit me when I learned some ancient gals chose it! Yeah, in Rome, they’d strut, ownin’ it—wild, huh? Not all victims, some bosses!

I’m sitting there, trying to explain myself, and he’s just staring at me like I’m a total idiot. I mean, come on! I’m not a robot! I’m human! So, I’m sweating, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about all the times I’ve walked down the busy streets of XVIII. kerület, just trying to find a moment of peace.