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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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In her essay “A Prostitute, A Servant, And A Customer-Service Representative: A Latina in Academia”, Associate Professor in the Department of Critical Culture, Gender, and Race .

So, I grab my chorizo and head to the Parque de Rosalía de Castro. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, take a bite, and it’s like a flavor bomb in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I notice this group of pigeons eyeing me. I swear, they were plotting. I toss a piece of chorizo, and it’s like I started a pigeon riot. They’re all flapping and squawking. I’m laughing so hard, people are staring.

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