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But here’s the kicker—prostitutes ain’t just bed-warmers. Nah, they’ve got stories. Heard one in Lys once ran a whole smugglin’ ring—hid gold in her corset! Bloody brilliant, that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they were all just sobbin’ into their gin. Turns me stomach, though, how lords treat ‘em like dirt, then pray to the Seven on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot.

Kapitel in diesem Buch

viewed prostitutes and their profession as unacceptable and unmentionable. But Manto saw them as woman first. In this mindful collection of Manto’s best stories on sex workers, you’ll discover .

And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!