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About Liege

Picture this: me, black armor, red lightsaber hummin’, cruisin’ some sketchy alley. Neon lights flicker—pink, blue, trash everywhere. Smells like sweat and cheap perfume. I’m thinkin’, “Why so serious?” ‘Cause this ain’t no game, man. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the shadows. I’m pissed—nobody’s tellin’ me the rules! Where’s the damn manual? Oh wait, there ain’t one, haha!

Dangerous women serving the city

Sex work was an active and regulated part of the Florentine urban economy. Ducal laws required sex workers to register their trade and pay a license fee, decreed where they could live and .

There’s this weird little alley, rue de la Mélodie – sounds poetic, right? I once had a session right near that place. I noticed parents showin’ love in underappreciated ways. My inner shrink mode went, “Ah, sweet folks, let the right love in!” (Ya catch the vibe?)

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