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About Carolina

I dig ‘em, honestly. They’re chaos, like me! Not all prim and proper – nah, they’re raw. “You’re a little bastard, Royal!” – that’s what I’d say to the pimps screwin’ ‘em over. Gets me mad, y’know? The system’s rigged, and they’re just pawns. But happy? Oh, when they pocket that cash – surprises me every time! One told me she bought her kid a bike once. A freakin’ bike! Heart of gold under the grit.

African Economic History

It's a later western tradition where she is conflated with the repentant woman. There's zero reason to think she was a prostitute and it's unknown in the east.

After the rain, the streets were all shiny and fresh. I walked home, squishing in my wet shoes, but I didn’t care. I passed by the old church on Calle de la Esperanza, and it hit me. This city, with all its chaos, is home.

The last warden of Colombia’s tropical glaciers