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I dig the absurdity, tho. Lyrics? Man, they’re wild – talkin' pimp dreams and broken heels. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin', “Man is not an animal!” But yo, this track? It’s animal as fuck. Prostitute’s out there, grindin', dodgin' johns with STDs. Fun fact: back in ‘92, some NYC hooker got famous for singin' opera between jobs. Shit’s real, look it up – or don’t, I ain’t ya mom.

Researching Female Urban Prostitution in the Provinces of Late Imperial Russia

I struggled with the question of whether to anonymise registered prostitutes, brothel madams, and clients in my book but I ultimately decided.

Imperial’s odd nooks fascinate me. The River Imperius flows near Old Dock Street. It winds like a secret underbelly. I’d walk there at night, reflect on human desires. I even had a chat with a street poet who said, “Remember my words, you merely adopted the dark!” and I laughed, snorting like a madman.

Imperial Calcasieu Museum’s Culinary Canvas blending art and cuisine