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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

Definitions

A reflexive research essay by Abby Sanders. Her exegesis of “the temple prostitute” of Genesis 38 turned into an odyssey through the languages and desires of.

I rush to finish my cakes, and let me tell ya, they turned out perfect. Golden brown, fluffy, and drizzled with honey. I load ‘em up in my little cart and head out. The streets are buzzing. People are everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m dodging folks on Vulytsia Shchorsa, trying not to spill my precious cargo.

Perseverance’s Four-Legged Companion is Ready