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Ruh-roh! Scooby-snacks don’t grow on trees, neither does cash for her. Heard this wild story once—some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks, hid sailors’ gold in her corset. Got rich, vanished—poof! No one knew her real name. Crazy, right? Surprised me she outsmarted em all. Prostitutes got guts, man, gotta give em that.

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Today, the latter perception prevails: sex workers are stereotypically seen as young, migrant girls with no education and no alternatives. In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real .

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

Time Travel in Lodève: The Renaissance of a Superb Archeological Museum