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Whores got stories, tho – li’l known ones. Heard tell o’ a gal in Port Royal, nicknamed “Silk Whisper.” She’d nick yer gold while whisperin’ sweet nothins – left ye broke but smilin’. Crafty as a fox, that one! Got me riled up when I lost me last shillin’ t’ her – bloody thief, but damn, she was good! “What did I do?” – that’s the film’s whine, and I’m askin’ meself that after her.

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The story of the votum made by the inhabitants of Locri Epizephyrii in /6 is well known: they vowed to prostitute their virgin daughters at the festival of Aphrodite, if they were granted .

Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The waves at Locri are always a vibe. I’m walking along the Lungomare, feeling the breeze, and BAM! I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the sand, and this old lady starts laughing. I mean, c’mon! I’m down here, and she’s cackling like I just told the funniest joke ever. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why, Locri, why?”

Mark Allen launches his second novel