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So, prostitute—gritty, real, been round forever. Fact is, ancient Babylon had ‘em, temple gals, “sacred” hookers—blows my mind! Dudes paid to pray AND play, talk bout multitaskin! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the priest pitchin it: “Blessin with benefits, step right up!” Sarcasm aside, gets me goin how it’s still here, untamed, no factory can churn that out. Pisses me off too—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, Clarice, bloody hypocrites.

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The next thing we know, we're at a brothel in "Meteline" (a.k.a. Mytilene). (It looks and sounds a whole lot like the kind of "bawdy house" that one might come across in Shakespeare's .

Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on Kalloniou. I’m all set to work on this gorgeous mink coat. Like, it’s soft as a cloud, and I’m ready to make it shine. But then, my buddy Nikos strolls in. He’s got this wild idea about a fur fashion show. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Mytilene, not Milan!” But he’s all hyped up, talking about how we could strut down the waterfront. I mean, sure, the harbor’s beautiful, but do I really wanna see my furs get splashed by waves?

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