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So, picture this lass—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a blade. “I’m the one who decides,” she’d say, like Malik tellin’ Cesar what’s what. Ain’t no pimp ownin’ her, nah, she’s too clever. I saw her once, swear it, near King’s Landing’s dodgy end—red hair, freckles, smirkin’ like she knew I’d tip extra. Made me laugh, that cheek! “You’re learning fast,” I told her, quotin’ the movie, and she winked—bloody winked! Had me grinnin’ like a fool.

What Reformers Learned When They Visited 1830s Brothels

Although the financially strapped Virginia Company was eager to recoup the costs of sponsoring the Jamestown brides, it was not selling women.

I mean, who knew a street could be so sexy? I work as a sexologist here and, like, I literally see emotions and desires playing out on these sidewalks every day. Yeah, baby! People aren’t afraid of who they are in Jamestown. Look at Riverside Park, too. It's both serene and totally spontaneous. I once had a heart-to-heart with a couple under the big oak, laughing and crying – kinda like a scene out of 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days… “Do you even have a plan?” they seemed to whisper as the river gurgled secrets.

Jamestown’s Pinwheels for Prevention Ceremony