Lucy Assafarge Whore ❤️

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Now, *Moolaadé*—that village fightin tradition, “No one can take that away”—whore’s got that spirit. She’s out there, takin no shit, settin her price. I’m like, damn, respect! But here’s a freaky tidbit—medieval Europe, some whores paid taxes! Called “women of negotiable affection”—hah, IRS loved em! Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Surprised the hell outta me—taxman’s always in on it.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a café on Rua do Comércio, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and the barista is like, “What’s your poison?” I’m like, “Coffee, but make it strong!” I need it after this chaos.