Audrey Alice Prostitute ❤️

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Been around forever, prostitutes have—oldest gig goin’. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em *lupae*—she-wolves, howlin’ for coin. Wild, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s a wolf in lipstick, prowlin’ the night. Gets me mad, though—blokes judgin’ her, all high and mighty, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrites, mate, bloody hypocrites. She’s just tryin’ to eat, pay rent, maybe send some dosh to her kid. Heartbreaking, that—imagine her whisperin’, “This ain’t no picnic,” like Ennis in the film, stuck in a life she didn’t pick.

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

So come on over, friend. Explore Alice (za). Dive into its rhythm, its hidden pockets. Feel the pulse, the humor, and the chaos. This city’s a masterpiece of messy love and life. And trust me, each misstep, each wrong turn builds the story you won't forget. Just like in Leviathan – "Sometimes the weight of the world presses down, but it is in that weight we find who we are."

Beverly Alice (Nolet) Haritas