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Oh, here’s a kicker—didja know, in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sarcasm much? I’m imaginin’ Godard filmin’ that, all artsy, sayin’, “Words lie, images lie!” and I’m noddin’, ‘cause yeah, “joy” my ass—they’re tired, broke, dodgin’ creeps. Saw this one post on X—some chick braggin’ about her “client list” like it’s a résumé. I’m like, “Good for you, I guess?!”—but also, ugh, exhausting. Me? I’d rather die than deal with that many strangers. I can’t even handle the deli guy starin’ at me too long!

Ancient Near East

The myth of prostitutes' sexual pleasure exists as one of several tactics which are used to sanitize and normalize the prostitution experience.

After that, I needed a drink. So, I hit up a bar on Rua do Comércio. The bartender is this chill guy, and he pours me a gin and tonic that’s basically a swimming pool. I’m sipping it, and suddenly, I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I just spilled food on myself, and I’m like, “Maybe it’s just to enjoy good food and drinks?”

Inside the Vatican and the real-life drama behind "Conclave"