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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

Pocahontas Wasn't a Typical Disney Princess

In a review of books marking the Jamestown Quadricentennial, J. Frederick Fausz finds it "flawed," unable to provide such facts as "the identity of Pocahontas's rapist, or the name of Missing: prostitute.

I gotta say, in the crazy chaos of creating profiles and matchmaking miracles, I find every corner of PPocahontas (us) leading to new, duuumb discoveries. Like, check out the artsy alley off East River – it's just poppin’ with murals, locals chillin' out, and secret cafés that serve the best lattes ever. I might typp a few errries here and there, but hey, life's messy and glorious, just like a goddamn film scene.

Emmetsburg Wins 5 team 18 hole Girls Golf Tournament at Pocahontas