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Honey, listen up, I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ it! Prostitutes? They’re out there hustlin’, fierce! Watched "Talk to Her" last night—obsessed! That movie’s got soul, y’all. “I don’t understand anything,” Almodóvar says, but I get it—life’s messy, wild! Prostitutes, they’re like Lydia in the film—bold, takin’ risks. Slay! Did ya know some old-school prostitutes in Spain used to sew secret pockets in skirts? Hid cash from pimps—genius! Makes me happy seein’ that grit.

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As historians of sexuality, we argue that the historical record supports sex workers’ organizations and their demand that the government include bawdy house convictions related to prostitution.

First off, I hit up Kameyama Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m like, “Yo, where’s the forest?” But then I smell takoyaki. Ugh, my stomach’s like, “Feed me!” So, I grab a couple. They’re hot, gooey, and just the right amount of octopus. I’m in heaven, but then—BAM!—some dude bumps into me. I spill my takoyaki all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m now the guy with octopus on his chest.

Ryuho Okawa, founder of Happy Science religious group, dies at 66