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I seen it, back in old country—guys lookin’ for “company,” all sneaky like. Little fact for ya—didja know in some places, they got secret signals? Like, red scarf on lamp—boom, she’s there! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, like, “What, you order borscht with that?” But serious, it’s wild—some girls, they pick YOU, not09, not me decidin’ who’s shady or not, I’m just observin’, da?

From the Archives: John Barth’s Sot-Weed Factor: A Duet

Some readers will recall the epical duel of words between two prostitutes in John Barth's novel The Sot-Weed Factor. One whore throws a.

Neighborhoods like Südviertel are full of hidden nooks where you feel free, like, "Darling, let’s be wild tonight!" My profession opened me eyes to body language, mmm, precious, reading little signals; one glance across a slightly too tight doorway would say so much about high passion waiting behind those cracked window frames, hah, precious!

Stealth BioTherapeutics Announces PDUFA Action Date Extension for Elamipretide to Treat Patients with Barth Syndrome