Lauren Rosenthal Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Oh, and this one time—surprised me good. Katya told me she’s savin’ for art school. Art school! A whore with a paintbrush? Nearly spat my borscht. “I have to remember this,” I thought, like Lenny tattooin’ clues. She showed me sketches once—damn good, too. Made me soft for a sec, like, “You go, girl!” But then she overcharged me next time—sneaky minx! Back to hatin’ her guts.

Nightwalkers: Prostitute Narratives from the Eighteenth Century

The Whore's Love. Katherine Binhammer; Eighteenth Century Fiction; University Laura Rosenthal, in her recent astute book on the figure of the prostitute.

Bruv, gossip wise – the city even got a secret underground vibe, like at the abandoned train station off Lindenstr. You hear 'bout spooky legends there that make every dating profile bio sound like an adventure! I was mad scared one time, but then I laughed it off. Mad ironies, innit?

Hamilton Center for Classical and Civic Education announces the launch of the Robert M. Beren Program on Jewish Classical Education