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She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

Bryn Mawr Classical Review

Rather than narrowly defining Lysistrata as either matron or whore, Faraone demonstrates the power available to ancient women in both roles and their potential overlap, as well as .

Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Brynmawr is like being in a bloody action movie, but with more rain and less glam. So, I wake up, right? It’s drizzling, typical Welsh weather. I grab my coffee from that little café on Market Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best scones. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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