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Oh, and get this—prossies in ancient Rome, yeah, they had coins with sex moves on ’em! Like, “Heads, I ride ya; tails, you’re done quick.” Mad, innit? Bet Carlos would’ve loved that, proper revolutionary vibes. Anyway, I’s ramblin’ now—prostitutes, man, they’s tough, they’s funny, they’s fucked. Respect ’em, bruv, but don’t piss ’em off, or you’re toast! Peace out!

What Really Happened Inside This Nazi Brothel?

Three hundred and fifty-five prostitutes working in The Gambia were enrolled in a study of retroviral infections N Berry, D Schellenberg, H Whittle, et al.

After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

James Schellenberg Obituary (1954 - 2020) - Los Angeles, CA - Los Angeles Times