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About Mandeville

So, picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin, smirkin, like they know your soul. Reminds me of that line—“You’ll see me once more!”—like they’re ghosts in my brain. Used to piss me off, ya know? Society judgin em, callin em dirty. But nah, they’re hustlers, survivors—respect, yo!

The Moral Economy of the Brothel

This paper reviews qualitative data from academic research into prostitution, accounts from prostitutes themselves in the UK and Australia.

Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

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