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About Rijeka

Me, I’d be crap at it—too evil, too impatient. “Give me the money, NOW!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and they’d just laugh. But her? She’s smooth, sly, knows how to play it. Gotta respect the grind, even if it’s messy. Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her *deal*? What’s she thinkin’ when she’s out there, dodgin’ cops and weirdos? Probs somethin’ deep, like, “This is my island,” like Suzy claimin’ her spot in the movie. Damn, that’s poetic!

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Regarding aforementioned distinction between “prostitutes” and “concubines” see e.g.: Ruth Mazo Karras, Common Women. Prostitution and Sexuality in Medieval.

After lunch, I stroll down to the Old Port. The boats are bobbin’ like they’re at a party. I see this one boat, and it’s got a bunch of people on it, lookin’ all fancy. I’m like, “What’s up with that?” Turns out, they’re doin’ a wine tour. I’m like, “Man, I could use some wine.” But I’m a forester, not a wino.

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