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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

Ancient Sex Industry: Prostitution as Labor in Imperial Rome

The statue reads as follows: Whoever knowingly provides or obtains the labor or services of a person (1) by threats of serious harm to, or physical restraint.

Laboe's got narrow lanes like Hafenstraße and Seestraße. Small shops, cozy cafes. Ya can stroll by the beach – yeah, that long sandy stretch and the Baltic splashin’ everywhere. Remember the Laboe Naval Memorial? Yeah, huge warhistory vibes. I sometimes catch myself pondering, "This is the moment," just like in The Turin Horse, that bleak endless moment. It hits ya – the futility and eternity of everything.

Art Laboe, iconic disc jockey, silenced on L.A. airwaves