Harper Mandeville Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Heard a tale—some gal in France, 1800s, worked the streets but secretly wrote poems. Poems! Can ya believe it? Hid ‘em under her mattress, probs got stepped on by sweaty boots. Sad, that. Gets me all weepy, thinkin’ she had dreams, y’know? “They’re all animals,” Grace’d say in *Dogville*, and yeah, some johns are—grubby, grabby paws, ugh! Makes me wanna spit!

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for prostitutes and, in return, prostitution preserves the virtue of chaste women Whereas before Mandeville suggested that the prostitute was devoid of her.

So, I had to improvise. I grabbed some chicken instead. But lemme tell ya, the chicken ain’t the same. It don’t have that juicy vibe like pork. I was tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I was like a kettle about to boil over.

Mandeville's well used gazebo to get a facelift