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In this article, I examine a more modern version of these various contracts of the macabre: the employment arrangements among parents, prostitutes, and brothels.

But then, as we were leaving, I saw this cute cat chilling by the entrance. I’m a sucker for cats, so I bent down to pet it. And guess what? It totally ignored me! Like, how rude! I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “C’mon, cat, I’m trying to be nice here!”

Figure 12. Crop productivity of selected crops in Karengyere parish,...