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Lemme sling ya a yarn – heard this from a mate who swears it’s gospel. Back in the ‘60s, there was this tart in LA, called herself “Raven,” right? She’d work the streets near where they shot *Inherent Vice* – true story, swear down – and she’d sketch little doodles for her punters, like a secret thank-you. Ain’t that mad? A whore with a pencil, drawin’ stickmen while the world sneered. Made me grin, that did – proper surprised me, cos who’d’a thunk it? She’s a bit like me animation soul, scratchin’ art outta the muck.

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Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

Oh, and the neighborhoods! You got the old cobbled lanes of Vieux Hannut, where every stone’s got a story – some neat, some totally bonkers. I once got so mad ‘cause a cheeky tourist broke a stone in front of the old town hall, the place where history meets the hustle of my daily grind! Crazy stuff, right?

Kaplan welcomes tourists from sister city, Hannut, Belgium