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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

The Whore, the Text, and the Critics: Flaubert's Kuchiuk Hanem as Postcolonial Fetish Nineteenth-Century French Studies (IF ) Pub Date: , DOI: /ncf

So, buddy, if you’re ever cruising here, don’t miss these spots! Wander the streets, get a massage maybe, and soak in the madness and beauty. Trust me, Hannut’s a wild ride – a head-spiralin’ journey where even a massage parlor owner finds magic in every corner. D’oh! Enjoy it, man, you won’t regret it!

Rono, Kibet battle for top honours at Hannut Cross Cup