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Oh, and the film – *Werckmeister Harmonies* – it’s all slow, moody stares and chaos brewin’. Fits perfect with erotic-massage, don’t it? “The town is silent,” then bam, some twat’s kneadin’ yer thighs like dough. Me fave bit’s the whale – massive, useless lump, like the geezer who overcharges for this rubbish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather watch that whale rot than get another rubdown.

Having sex at Swarthmore: The myth of hookup culture, deconstructed

Brothels paid lots of taxes to the city. Twenty-five percent of the state's money in came from brothel taxes. It [prostitution] was not.

I gotta share, too: there's a wacky mural down at Willow Alley. It's so random, like it was painted during a wild, midnight jam session. I STILL say, "Oh my god, this is pure art!" even if my head's spinning with love.

Swarthmore shuts out Gettysburg in semifinal