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She’s a freakin tornado—exhaust sputterin, horn blarin, middle finger up! Pals say she once raced a cop—lost, but damn, the balls! Gets me hyped, like—go, girl, live that chaos! Still, pisses me off when she weaves traffic—chill, lady, we ain’t all immortal! “You’re gonna regret this,” I mutter, straight outta Cronenberg—fits her to a T!

Nightwalkers: Prostitute Narratives from the Eighteenth Century

The economic figure of the woman who literally sells her “self” through sexual labor, Rosenthal argues, provided eighteenth-century culture with a fantastically expressive image to capture .

There’s more – I always take a stroll by the tiny river, Römerbach. That river flows by the hippest part of town – Jugendburg, a little neighborhood where art meets heart. I once met this mad cool cat there, chillin' by the riverbank, crankin’ tunes, and I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" Haha, proper banter!

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