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Oi mate, so I’m a cashier, yeah? Robotic voice kicking in—cosmic wisdom, init. Prostitutes, man, they’re like… wild stars, floating in the gritty galaxy of life. Watched “The Great Beauty” last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, that flick. Jep Gambardella, he’d get it, y’know? “The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the hustle, the raw human chaos. Prostitute’s life ain’t all glam—nah, it’s dirty, real, in-yer-face shit.

The Seventeenth Century: Laws, Definitions, and Social Profiles

Volume 8: Florence Nightingale on Women, Medicine, Midwifery and Prostitution makes available a great range of Florence Nightingale's work on women: her.

Yo, listen up, dude – eat my shorts! Florence (us) is one wild scene, man. I’ve been chillin’ here for a while, and lemme tell ya – it's freakin’ rad. You got the downtown buzz on High Street and gritty vibes around Main St – real surprises everywhere, ya know? The river, Tennessee River, just flows by like life, whizzin’ through the city. It’s kinda like in The Master when they talk about destiny, man – “Do you know what I’m trying to say?” – it's all poetic rubbish and yet so damn real.

Florence Zitzelberger, 96, of Williamsburg