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Here’s a lil’ nugget y’all might not know—back in the ‘20s, escorts ran “call houses” in New Orleans, hidin’ behind jazz joints. Cops knew, didn’t care—too busy dancin’. Kinda wild, right? Makes me mad as a hornet, though, thinkin’ how folks still judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re out here survivin’, same as Eilis fightin’ for her spot in America. “You have to learn what they expect,” she said—escorts get that in spades, readin’ people like a dang book.

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all pumped, right? I head down to the main square, Plateia Feres. It’s always buzzing with life. Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of souvlaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and almost takes my coffee! Like, dude, chill! I’m not your breakfast!

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