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Gets me thinkin’—prostitutes in mountains? Rare as hen’s teeth. But there’s lore, yeah. Back in ‘89, heard this tale—some lass worked the Alps. Climbers called her “Snow Bunny.” Made a killin’—not like me, tho, heh. “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Nah, she just took their cash, quick romp in a tent. Smart gal, dodgin’ frostbite and fools.

Confessions of a Former Sex Worker by Anonymous

This chapter is intended to provide an overview of the economic reality of prostitution at Rome to the extent that the sources permit. The chal-.

I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

Masato Yoshida: America's Favorite Teacher finalist from Loomis reflects on his experience