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Oh, oh! Another tidbit—prostitutes in old France wore red shoes—RED! To stand out, y’see? Kinda cool, kinda sad. Like, “Look at me, but don’t judge!” Makes ya think—Maria in *White Material* had that fire, too. “I’m still here!” she’d scream. Prostitutes got stories, man—crazy ones! One time, Sandy told me ‘bout this dude who paid in fish—FISH! Stunk up her spot, ha! “What am I, a mermaid?” she said. Cracked me up!

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The text says that if the daughter of a priest prostitutes herself, thus defiling her father, then she must be burned in fire. Allegorically.

We hit the park, and it’s beautiful. The trees are blooming, kids are playing, and I finally breathe. We grab some ice cream from a vendor. I get the wildest flavor – “Kolinkivtsy Berry Blast.” It’s a total sugar rush, and I’m feeling like a kid again.