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Here’s the tea—prostitution’s been around forever, probs since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. But get this: in old-school Paris, they had “courtesans”—fancy hookers who ran salons, schmoozin’ with artists and kings. Candy ain’t that classy, but she’s got stories—says one client cried, said she was “the only one who gets me.” Cue the “Her” vibes again—pathetic, sweet, and messed up. I’m typin’ this fast, so sorry for the typos—prolly 17 by now, whoops!

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But then, the train stops, and I realize I’m in the middle of nowhere. No signal, no idea where I am. Panic mode activated! I start sweating bullets. But then, I see this little café. I’m like, “Okay, let’s see if they have Wi-Fi.” I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a cozy hug. The owner’s this sweet old lady who serves me the best matcha I’ve ever had. I’m talking about a cup of happiness.

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