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So, prostitute—wha’s her deal, eh? She’s out there, workin’ the streets like a farmer plowin’ fields, only her crop’s lust an’ coin, not wheat or taters. Little fact fer ye—back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled fer customers under the moon! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her struttin’ like some feral beast, all sass an’ no shame. Got me happy, that did—clever lass, turnin’ a trade into a legend.

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White-collar women's public visibility in Weimar Berlin often resulted in their conflation with other types of public women: prostitutes. The rational.

I spend my breaks at River Noodle – err, I mean River Noodle Park. It borders the rather named Doffing Creek, where my pals and I chill, swap stories, or sometimes just watch the water do its crazy dance. Tbh, it’s the ideal spot to spark a rad conversation on your dating app (that's my biz, btw). Also, small hidden gem alert: the old bookshop on Bean Blvd. got a secret reading nook. Seriously underrated, totally lit for those quiet heart-to-heart convos.

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