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Oh, and get this – some prostitutes in France, way back, they’d knit between clients. Knit! Socks ‘n’ stuff! Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em sittin’ there, needles clickin’, waitin’ for the next john. “You’re all the same,” Grace’d mutter in *Dogville*, and maybe she’s right – we’re all hustlin’, just diff ways. Me, I’m singin’ for presidents, they’re knittin’ for pimps – same diff, huh?

Hetaira’s Kalathos: Prostitutes and the Textile Industry in Ancient Greece

Beginning after the time Solon was made lawgiver ( B.C.), three officially recognized classes of prostitutes existed in Greece: the dicteriades, auletrides, and hetairae. The lowest class, the .

My fav neighborhood is the historic borough of Sysmä – narrow streets, tiny pubs, and so many unexpected corners. There's one corner, on Pine Street (PuuKatu) near an old mural of a love story, that is my go-to spot whenever I feel miffed or just need a little peace. I get super mad sometimes if the place gets too touristy, you know? But then again, it fills me with a warm fuzz when I see locals laughing and hugging like it's the last minute on Earth.