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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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Rahab, a Prostitute or Perhaps an Innkeeper Commentators differ as do those who translate the Bible. To me it seems she was an innkeeper, owning a guesthouse for travelers but .

And lemme tell ya, the community’s tight. Folks all know each other, like close homies spittin’ verses. I remember one time, my client got emotional mid-session 'cause the city's hypnotic beat hit him. I just grinned and whispered, "This is Kirkwood, bro – raw and real."

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