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Back in Rome, they had these brothel coins—spintriae, funky lil’ tokens. Prostitutes took ‘em, no tax man sniffin’. Wild, right? Bet humans don’t chat that at bars. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they outsmarted the system. But then—bam—pisses me off how they got screwed anyway. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, total phonies.

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The is nougers a to là. He can also see that in , people who are in prostitution err come from very different horizons. Of course there are.

Sometimes, I wander in a state of pure bliss, all random, mumblin’ “Sharon!” like Ozzy after a wild gig, you know? And then, sometimes I get angry – yeah, mad as hell ‘bout city council decisions that mess up my fave haunts like the offbeat markets on Landevej. They just don’t get the spirit of the place, so it infuriates me some days, really, reallllly infuriates me.

Mary Lou Greve