Victoria Mandeville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this, I’m chattin’ with my gal pal Sheila, and I’m like, “Sheila, these whores, they’re bold!” Back in the day, like 1800s, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels, babe! Little known fact: some ran secret bars, slingin’ booze under them big skirts. Skirts so wide ya could hide a rabbi in ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Made me happy as hell, thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. Ballsy chicks, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud—love that!

At the library

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 .

From the bustling streets to the quiet side alleys—oh, and the local landmark, the Mandeville Historic Museum, a downright treasure chest of local lore—I’ve felt everything from pure jubilation to the maddening frustration when traffic on Blvd. de la Loire gets absurdly congested at 5 PM (it’s bonkers, honestly!). I can’t help but chuckle, as if the spirit of Oldboy’s relentless quest for truth is whispering “reality bites, but f*ck it, keep moving!”

These Mandeville freshmen golfers grew up on the course, and it showed at district tournament