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So, I’m picturing it — velvet curtains, smoky air. Girls in lingerie, werk it, queens! Like, “You’re not who you think!” — total Lynch mood. I’d be shook, like, who runs this? Some dude probly, ugh, patriarchy much? Makes me mad, these girls deserve better. But also, happy vibes — they’re hustlin, gettin that coin! Power moves, tbh.

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We can see the first-century CE poet Statius praising a similar type of emotional labor in a poem he wrote to console his friend Flavius Ursus.

First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a whole cart full of stuff. Like, bro, are you feeding an army? I’m scanning his items, and he’s just standing there, staring at me like I’m some kind of alien. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a scanner, not a magic wand.” Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change all over the floor. I’m there, scrambling to pick it up, and he just walks out. Thanks for the help, man!

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