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Quirky thing—I imagine her stashin’ cash in a hollowed-out Bible. Dunno why, just do. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s got fists like Thor and a laugh that’d scare a bear. Funny, right? Sarcasm? Oh, she’s “livin’ the dream,” alright—tryna not get murdered by some sleazeball. Hate that part. Hate the world. Still, she’s got grit. “You can’t polish a turd,” *Toni Erdmann* line, but damn, she tries. Keeps goin’. That’s the story, pal—raw, messy, real. Deal with it.

Neighborhood battles prostitution

This article illuminates the experiences of prostitute-concubines in late medieval Valencia and the Mediterranean.

I decide to stroll down to the market at Piazza del Municipio. It’s packed! I’m dodging grannies with their shopping carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into this dude, right? He spills his whole bag of oranges. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just glares at me. I mean, c’mon, it was an accident!

Lift engineer, 31, is crushed to death as he tries to free trapped woman