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So, prostitutes—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, creeps, all that shit. Kinda badass, kinda sad. In the movie, it’s all “We’re wasting time!”—that’s their life, rushin’, scrappin’ by. Ever think bout how they see us? Like, we’re the naive ones, payin’ for a quickie. LOL, imagine one goin’, “This dude’s breath stinks, but rent’s due!” Sarcasm’s my jam—prolly why I dig this film. Oh, fun fact: medieval times, some prostitutes ran secret guilds! Sneaky as fuck, tradin’ tips, dodgin’ priests. Surprised me—thought they were just lone wolves.

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The following is a post-print manuscript of “The Prince and the Prostitute: Competing. Sovereignties in Fourteenth-Century Milan” that appeared in Law and.

First call comes in around 9 AM. Some dude’s grillin’ on Via Cavour, and boom! Flames everywhere. I’m like, “Really, bro? It’s not even noon!” So, I gear up, hop in the truck, and we’re off. The streets are packed, as usual. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning traffic jam on Via Mazzini? I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinkin’ about how I could be sippin’ espresso instead of dodging scooters.

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