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So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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In this volume, Shannon Bell recovers the courtesan of ancient Greece as both sophistic philosopher and erotic teacher.

Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

WWII Mosquito pilot who carried out 50 bombing raids across Germany shares memories of VE Day