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About London

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

The History of Prostitution in Rhode Island

After that, I head over to the Newport Market. It’s buzzing, full of local stalls. I’m checking out some handmade jewelry, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he’s the “king of the house.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the earrings.” But she’s sweet, so I nod along.

Tranmere come from behind to hammer 10-man Newport