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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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When we understand the stronghold of Corinth was prostitution, we are able to read Paul's recommendations to women in worship in a new light.

Ahhh, Corinth, not perfect it is. Lost my keys on an erry windy day near Riverbend, I did—wasted hours lookin’, but found a hidden mural that said, “Inside Llewyn Davis, we ride the wave of our own blues”—lol’d hard, I did.

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