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I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

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The Economy of Prostitution in the Roman World: A Study of Social History and the Brothel. University of Michigan Press, Previous/next navigation.

So, I wake up, grab my coffee from that little spot on Haharina Street. You know the one? Best brew in town. I’m chugging it down, thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.