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So, prostitutes—man, they’re a trip. Been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book, no kiddin. Back in Rome, they had these brothels, called lupanars—fancy word, huh?—an the girls painted their lips red to show they’re “open for biz.” Little fact for ya, Clarice, betcha didn’t know that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout how they’d strut, all bold an brassy, like groupies waitin backstage in *Almost Famous*. “You’re too sweet for rock n roll,” someone’d say, but these gals? Too tough for sweet!

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Gender-based persecution of women and girls in and outside prostitution demonstrably results. Close case readings focusing on the ICC.

My absolute fav? Must be River Bend. You see it? A serpent-like river slithering by Old Town. The bridges there—like King’s Crossing—are sprinkled with tales of past lovers, and fights, and epic breakups. I once met a couple right on the bridge at midnight. Crazy, right? Time -> frozen. It’s like you’re trapped in one of those monk-films I dig. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – cycles of our lives, man!

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