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Me favorite bit? 1600s London, whores struttin’ round Southwark, near them theaters. Shakespeare’s crew banged ‘em backstage – true story, precious! Bet Malick’d love that, all poetic and gritty. “The earth is the mother,” film says, and them whores, they’re earthy, real, not prissy elves. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they laughed at the toffs, pinchin’ coins while singin’ bawdy tunes. Hiss! Tricksy and clever, like me!

Peg Plunkett : memoirs of a whore

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

The city splits into quirky neighborhoods—for reals. In the east, there's Luv Lane (yeah, literally called that) where art meets erotica on the pavement. Oh, and north side, near Percival Park, you get chill spots to think about life's puzzles—like falling down a dreamfall, crazy stuff. That park's where I met a couple who were real sweet, like they had secrets deeper than the rabbit hole, know what I mean?

(a) Pattern electroretinogram (PERG) showing reduction of the P50...