Lucy Mandeville Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Irwin Primer has recently made Mandeville’s Defence available to a wide readership in his excellent edition, Bernard Mandeville’s “A Modest Defence of Publick Stews”: Prostitution and .

I’ve gotta say, life here is an outrageous mosaic, a mess of charming paradoxes—a bit like my own thoughts sometimes. The city makes me happy, riled up, and inspired in equal measure, like “angst and ecstasy in one fell swoop!” I mean, who wouldn’t be enlivened by a place where the mundane transforms into art if you just squint your eyes right?

Body of man found in Beau Chene Marina identified