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Now, Ruby ain’t just some floozy—she’s got layers, like my granny’s biscuits! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes kept coded diaries. Ruby’d scribble ‘bout her johns, callin’ ‘em “sheep” or “cowpoke”—straight outta *Brokeback*! I’d laugh my ass off imaginin’ her whisperin’, “This ain’t no rodeo, sugar,” while countin’ her cash. Made me giggle, but lordy, it pissed me off too—men treatin’ her like dirt! I wanted to holler, “Y’all ain’t worth her spit!”

“…a symbol of scandal, of perdition and perversion.” | The Sex Workers of San Berillo, Italy

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

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess where it lands? Right in Gino’s pen! Gino freaks out, starts running around like a madman. I’m chasing him, yelling, “Gino, come back!” People are laughing, and I’m just a hot mess. I finally catch him, but not before he knocks over a stand of fresh bread. Ugh! I’m so embarrassed.

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