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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

Sex in the Shadows: An inside look at prostitution in Ithaca

In Virgin Whore, Emma Maggie Solberg uncovers a surprisingly prevalent theme in late English medieval literature and culture: the celebration of the Virgin.

I’m always surprised by the hidden gems. Ever been to the old abandoned mill near Cascadilla Gorge? Creepy, but it gives you epic inspo for your dating profile pics. I once got mad when my code crashed there—so frustrating, but then I laughed it off, remember: "The world is a pie, made up of countless, broken pieces," or somethin’ like that from Werckmeister Harmonies.

Women’s Track & Field Takes Second at Liberty League Outdoor Championship