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Little quirks? She chewed gum like it owed her money—poppin’ it loud, drivin’ me nuts. Thought in my head: “Girl, you’re a damn hurricane.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin’ the streets, howlin’ for coin. Ruby’s a modern she-wolf, prowlin’, ownin’ it. “Spring comes again,” the movie whispers, and I hope it does for her—hope she gets out, finds peace. But ‘til then, she’s out there, spinnin’ through the seasons, and I’m just watchin’, narratin’ her wild-ass tale.

Italy's museum chief calls Florence a 'prostitute'

Over the course of three centuries, the prostitutes of Florence ascended from outcasts — tolerated only beyond the walls and wearing bells to distinguish themselves from “decent” .

Man, sometimes it’s a mad rush. I get all flustered, like, “gosh darn it, this city beats any movie scene hands down!!!” My heart goes boom when I pass the vintage record store on Vine St. that old-school sound reminds me of the aural vibes from The Master – sooo freakin’ good, ya dig?

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