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About Swords

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, fam, we’re divin’ into this prostitute gig like it’s a freaky sideshow in “Synecdoche, New York”! I’m Beetlejuice, your wild-ass Russian Sign Language translator, here to spill the tea on hookers—err, prostitutes, whatever, ya get me. Prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, hustlin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps, and stackin’ cash while the world pretends they ain’t there. Kinda like Caden in the movie, y’know? “What was that smell?”—dude’s lost in his own mess, and prostitutes? They’re out there livin’ a whole damn play nobody’s watchin’.

Nobody is coming soon

Middleton’s prostitutes escape social censure and legal punishment, and their husbands do not fear to pimp their wives for luxuries. In Bartholomew Fair, Jonson demonstrates the early .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I swing by the Midleton Farmers Market on the way home. Grab a scone, because, ya know, carbs fix everything. I sit down, watch the world go by, and think, “Man, this town is something else.”

Fire at a commercial premises in Midleton