Vanessa Deming Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Back in Rome, they had these brothel coins—spintriae, funky lil’ tokens. Prostitutes took ‘em, no tax man sniffin’. Wild, right? Bet humans don’t chat that at bars. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they outsmarted the system. But then—bam—pisses me off how they got screwed anyway. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, total phonies.

Ancient Near East

Identifying victims of violent crime as “prostitutes” has a distancing effect: it makes “normal” women feel safe. This good girl/bad girl binary interacts with the normal man/client binary to.

Ahh, Deming, my dear friend, what a quirky patch of earth this is! I’ve been callin’ this modest town my home for years, running my beloved spa right in the heart of it, and let me tell ya – Deming ain't your everyday city. We’ve got the venerable Main Street – yes, that very one – a ribbon of life and memories where every brick seems to whisper a tale from a bygone era. I’m talkin’ quiet mornings, slow strolls, and that vibrant pulse of the local vibe.

Deming patrolman arrested by State Police