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About Paris

Here’s the kicker: she’s got this rule—no kissin’. Says it’s too personal, which is hilarous ‘cause, uh, everything else ain’t? Cracked me up, man. “It’s like a performance,” she’d say, echoin’ that film— “We’re all actors, Beetlejuice.” Damn straight, Candy! She’s out there playin’ her part, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the suckers who think they own her. Once saw her flip off a preacher mid-sermon—balls of steel, I tell ya.

Bèn vengudo à Tran

This article illuminates the experiences of prostitute-concubines in late medieval Valencia and the Mediterranean.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m scrambling, throwing on clothes like I’m in a race. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole city to explore? So, I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. Great start, right?

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