Luna Howland Center Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

Gender and Law in the Japanese Imperium

Alice Howland, a renowned linguistics professor at Columbia University whose life begins to spiral beyond her control after she is diagnosed.

Alright, listen up, my friend – one million dollars! Welcome to PHowland-Center (us), the wildest city I’ve ever laid eyes on! Now, I ain't exaggerating when I say this place is a mishmash of magic and madness – kinda like the dreamscape in "Inception" – you know, those layers of cool and sometimes utterly insane vibes.

Opera 101 at the Howland