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So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

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What did prostitues wear in medieval Europe? Did they really wear yellow dresses? A investigation of that claim.

The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

Richard F. Hughes Obituary