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Strutting Their Stuff

Most cities of the world put on great processions for high days and holidays, often organised by guild and trade. In ancient Rome the prostitutes also marched, proud in their flame-coloured robes (whence the Italian bonaroba), a part of society like any other. That is what a parade is for, a community showing itself to […]

Posted on February 19, 2012 at 10:13 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The Ishtar Gate

According to Herodotus, in ancient Babylon every woman had, at some point in her life, to report to the temple and turn one trick. It was advantageous to get this over with when young and comely; those who left it too long, or the ill-favoured, might have to hang around in the temple for years […]

Posted on February 20, 2012 at 09:35 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The New Lydians

Herodotus further informs us that in Lydia, instead of waiting quietly at home and being dowered by their parents, the young women were wont to empower themselves. Commoners all worked for some time as prostitutes, saved up for their own dowries, and then married the men of their own choice. Similarly, Arthur Schopenhauer reporting reading […]

Posted on February 21, 2012 at 20:01 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Day Jobs And Evening Jobs

Contrary to popular belief, prostitutes are not in the least recognisable when off-duty. Anyone who thinks otherwise should watch them arriving at a brothel in their “civilian” gear. Some students who moonlight in brothels might wear sexy clothing to the university library, others might wear jeans and jumpers. It would be unsafe to assume that […]

Posted on February 22, 2012 at 12:47 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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What’s Really Wrong With Your Wife Working A Brothel

Given the number of women a punter meets in brothels who say that they are married, even quite happily married, but that they are not given enough housekeeping money, or simply miss not having their own income as a matter of principle, he may perhaps be excused for wondering whether this is a main reason […]

Posted on February 23, 2012 at 12:34 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Marrying The Customer

I once saw a television programme about the legal brothels of Nevada, in which a madam pronounced that ex-prostitutes made the best wives. She did not explain why, nor did the journalist ask her what she meant; or perhaps she did, but the reasons ended on the cutting-room floor. I should very much like to […]

Posted on February 24, 2012 at 12:25 by Hugo Grinebiter · Permalink · Leave a comment
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