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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby—and I’m here slingin’ radios and wires, but let’s talk prostitutes, yeah? Been installin’ radio-electronic gizmos all week, and my brain’s fried, so I’m thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ juicier. Like, ya know, prostitutes—grubby, wild world out there. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—my fave flick—“Anyone can cook!”—well, anyone can hustle too, right? Greed’s the spice, man, turns a streetwalker into a freakin’ entrepreneur!

Courcelles Color Lithographs [Woman in Repose]

Just a few rungs higher up the social ladder were courtesans, who sold sex but also glamour, conversation, and public prestige. Many of these courtesans became celebrities, with their .

One lesser-known gem is the back alley behind Bibliothèque du Temps. It’s a graffiti alley swirling with color, history, and secrets. I once overheard the best breakup of my life echoed there. Crazy, right? Honestly, every block has a story. I get all these qualms and delight as I wander almost randomly.

New Patricia Hughes Bursary Scheme recipient Adrián Courcelles Baena recalls kindness of late St. Columb's teacher