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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, I say—but it riles me up somethin’ fierce when folks look down their noses at ‘em. Makes me madder than a wet hen! These ladies are out there, workin’ harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, and y’all wanna sass ‘em? Pfft! Back in the day, brothels were hush-hush, but get this—durin’ the Gold Rush, some madams raked in so much dough they built whole towns! True story! Surprised me so much I near fell outta my wig!

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My encouter with a prostitute in Lomé. Be warned, they are very aggresive.

After that, we decide to stroll down the Hoofdstraat. It’s a cute street, lined with shops and cafes. I’m feeling good, despite the coffee disaster. We pop into this little café, and I order a cappuccino. The barista? Super chill. She’s got this awesome tattoo of a windmill on her arm. I’m like, “That’s dope!”

Recovery and disclosure of historical meteorological observations (Hisklim)