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But—BUT—here’s the rub, mateys! Costs be high too. Rent’s a killer—prime spots ain’t cheap. Girls gotta eat, gotta doll up. “The intel’s good,” like they say in me movie—brothel bosses gotta be sharp. One lass I knew, ran her own ship—er, house—paid off a debt to some shark-eyed pimp. Took guts! Had me surprised, aye, that she outwitted ‘im.

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This talk is based on the story Cristiana la Sadelhackere, a woman who worked as a prostitute in medieval Ireland. Her story is an.

But then, I get a bit annoyed. I head back to my spot, and guess what? Someone’s taken my chair! I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m invisible! I’m about to say something when I see it’s an old lady. She’s knitting, and I can’t be mean to her. So, I just stand there, awkwardly.

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