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Oh, and get this—prostitutes in ancient Greece? Called “hetaerae,” fancy as fuck, educated too! Trixie ain’t readin’ Plato, but she’s smart—street smart, y’know? She’d sass me, “I’m a businesswoman, bitch!” and I’d crack up. Love her fire, hate the game. So yeah, Trixie’s my ghost, my Boonmee—livin’ past lives, hustlin’, dreamin’. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I’d yell, but damn, I’d still buy her a coffee. She’s real, flaws and all—ain’t that life?

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So, I dive into work. I’m mixing some plaster, and it’s going well. Then, boom! The mixer breaks. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, plaster everywhere, looking like a ghost. I’m laughing, but also kinda crying inside. I mean, who knew plaster could be so dramatic?

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