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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Liberia: Both Sides of the Sande Society

I gotta be honest, I've made a dozen visits to these spots, sought out advice on pleasure, shared tea and solace with locals, and sometimes even with random passersby. I've had moments where I got exagerrate frustrated with some snarky council decisions, but then that same energy got me pumped up again by the locals' resilience.

Clues to spare: Crossword creator Sande Milton has his mind on a puzzle