Sadie Mandeville Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Look, prostitutes—they’re messy, real, fucked-up poetry. Kinda like me, but less… refined. Next time ya see one, think of Ida’s line—“What’s left of me?”—cuz that’s them, strippin’ it all bare for a buck. Wild, ain’t it? Now, pass me that fuckin’ wine—I’m parched.

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The second part of the chapter analyzes Bernard Mandeville's celebration of vice generally and prostitution specifically as the driving force of commerce in The Fable of the Bees and his .

Then, I saw my buddy, Jamal. He’s always hangin’ out by the bus stop, sellin’ his handmade jewelry. He’s got this crazy talent. I’m like, “Jamal, you should be on the streets of Paris, not Mandeville!” He laughs, says, “Nah man, this is where the real magic happens.”

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