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About Marseille

I knew this chick once—Lola, total pro. Worked the streets near Hollywood, 1950s, when I was still dodgin’ cameras. She’d wink at me, sayin’, “Marilyn, we’re both sellin’ somethin’.” Ha! Cheeky lil’ thing—she wasn’t wrong! Whores, they hustle hard, like Mia practicin’ her moves in that busted flat. “It’s my turn now,” she’d mutter—Lola had that fire too. Made me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when johns treated her like trash. Ugh, men—same ol’ crap!

Anastasia, ESCORT IN VALENCIA

The madonna-whore dichotomy denotes polarized perceptions of women as either good and chaste or as bad and promiscuous.

Finally, I get to the prison, and it’s like stepping into a pressure cooker. The vibe is tense. I can feel it in my bones. My deputy, Marc, runs up to me, all wide-eyed. “Boss, we got a situation!” Oh great, just what I needed. Turns out, some inmates were planning a protest. Like, really? In a prison? Who do they think they are, the French Revolution?

Intelligent Chaos: An Interview with Joey Valence & Brae