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    Celebrating prostitutes in song, litterature and art

    Prostitutes and sex workers in general have long been celebrated in music and litterature. As a tribute of sorts to all the lovely ladies that make our dreams come true, let's try to compile here the works that best portray them.

    I'll start with the low-hanging fruit...

    By Sting/The Police:

    Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light
    Those days are over
    You don’t have to sell your body to the night
    Roxanne, you don’t have to wear that dress tonight
    Walk the streets for money
    You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right


    And there's also Tina Turner's:

    I’m your private dancer
    A dancer for money
    I’ll do what you want me to do
    I’m your private dancer
    A dancer money
    Any old music will do

    I wanna make a million dollars
    I wanna live out by the sea
    Have a husband and some children
    Yeah I guess I want a family
    All the men come in these places
    And the men are all the same
    You don’t look at their faces
    And you don’t ask their names
    Repeat chorus twice

    Deutschmarks or dollars
    American express will nicely thank you
    Let me loosen up your collar
    Tell me do you wanna see me do the shimmy again
    Repeat chorus

    (Credit to Magda for reminding me of that one)

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    and who could forget...

    Artist: Lou Reed

    Title: walk on the wild side

    Holly came from Miami, F-L-A
    Hitchhiked her way across the U-S-A
    Plucked her eyebrows on the way
    Shaved her legs and then he was a she
    She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
    Said hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

    Candy came from out on the Island
    In the back room she was everybody's darlin'
    But she never lost her head
    Even when she was given' head
    She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
    Said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

    And the colored girls go,
    Doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo doo ...

    fml
    fml

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    Here's a not so happy one, for those who read Spanish:

    POBRE LA MARIA (1993)
    (Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy)

    Olorosa a tabaco y a ron
    en un cuarto de una cuartería
    llora la María, su melancolía
    y en la rockonola se oye una canción de La Sonora

    Se vino del campo a la ciudad
    una noche Terencio la dejó
    por el día cocina, lava y plancha ajeno
    vende lotería ahí por Metro Centro
    y en la madrugada al mejor postor, alquila su cuerpo

    Pobre la María y su fantasía
    que la Capital era lo mejor pa’ salir de pobre!

    Frente al espejo que compró en el Oriental
    se pone su vestido y su collar talvez esta noche no le va tan mal
    baja por Tiscapa hacia el Lobo Jack
    y en la madrugada un día más vieja regresa a su casa

    Pobre la María...

    Sus chavalos, cuidan carros,
    venden agua, nada comen
    huelen pega y dambulan por la calles de Managua
    la María se lamenta que su vida nunca va a salir de la miseria!

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    Some of my role models in the industry and their creations:

    Ms.Annie Spinkle, PhD:
    http://www.anniesprinkle.org/
    Ms.Magdalene Meretrix:
    http://www.scarletletters.com/current/art.html
    Elizabeth Suicde:
    http://suicidegirls.com/words/2005+S...#39;+Art+Show/

    We would not be complete without the works of Toulouse-Lautrec.
    http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/toulouse-lautrec/
    Last edited by Magda; 08-26-2005 at 04:38 PM. Reason: linkage
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    Inanna and John

    http://www.widdershins.org/vol2iss1/Sumerian-small.jpg

    Inanna and John - Clay plaque, ca. 2000 B.C.

    "The sacred whore appears in the earliest records, integral to society when humans were first gathering in cities and learning to write. The major work of the oldest known author, the Sumerian priestess Enheduanna, is a paean to the hierodule (sacred whore) of heaven, the goddess Inanna, Wendy Mulford writes in Love Poems by Women. In Babylon, center of the Akkadian civilization that adopted Sumer's customs after conquering it, women prostituted themselves to all comers for the glory of Ishtar, a later cognate of Inanna. Still later, in ancient Greece and Rome, temple prostitution flourished. Cultures from Japan to Africa have honored the sacred whore."

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    Hmm, good one Joe.
    "Well behaved women rarely make history!"
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    Led Zeppelin, Hey, hey what can I do

    Wanna tell you ’bout the girl I love.
    My, she looks so fine
    An’ she’s the only one that I’ve been dreamin’ of,
    Maybe someday she will be all mine.
    I wanna tell her that I love her so,
    I thrill with her every touch,
    I need to tell her she’s the only one I really lo__ve.

    I got a woman, wan’ ball all day.
    I got a woman, she won’t be true no.
    I got a woman, stay drunk all the time.
    I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true.

    On sunday mornin’ when we go down to church
    See the menfolk standin’ in line.
    Don’t say they come to pray to the lord
    But when my little girl looks so fine.
    An’ in the evenin’ when the sun is sinkin’ low
    Everybody’s with the one they love.
    I walk the town, keep-a searchin’ all around,
    Lookin’ for my street corner girl.

    I got a woman, wan’ ball all day yeah.
    I got a woman, she won’t be true no, no.
    I got a woman, stay drunk all the time.
    I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true.

    An’ in the bars with the men who play guitars,
    Singin’, drinkin’ and rememberin’ the time,
    A-my little lover does a midnight shift,
    She fool around-a all ’a’ the time.
    I guess there’s just one thing then left for me to do:
    Gonna pack my bags an’ move on my way
    A-’cause I got a worried mind sharin’ what I thought was mine.
    Gonna leave her where the guitars play.

    I got a woman, she won’t be true no, no.
    I got a woman, wanna ball all day-yeah-yeah now, now.
    I got a woman, stay drunk all the time.
    I got a little woman and she won’t be true.

    Hey, hey what can I do?
    I said she wont be true no. yeah-no, yeah-no,
    Whoah-ho what can I say?
    Yeah-no, yeah-no. [ ahhh__ ]

    Hey, hey what can I do?
    [ __hhh__ ] keep ballin’, keep ballin’, keep ballin’,
    &nbspkeep ballin’, keep ballin’, keep ballin’, keep ballin’.
    Whoah-ho what can I say?
    [ __hhh. ] she wanna ball.

    Hey, hey what can I do?
    A-keep ballin’, keep ballin’, keep ballin’, keep ballin’,
    &nbspkeep ballin’ yeah, yeah.
    Whoah-ho what can I say?
    A-boogie, a-boogie chillun’. a-boogie, a-boogie chillun’.

    Hey, hey what can I do?
    Hahh-yeah, ah-yeah, ah-yeah, ah-yeah.
    Whoah-ho what can I say?
    Hey, hey what can I do? I got a woman, she won’t be true.

    Hey, hey what can I do?
    Ah-whoah~whoah~whoah hear what I say.
    I got a woman, wanna ball all day.
    Whoah-ho what can I say?
    Keep ballin’, keep ballin’

    Who__ahhh-ho-ho-ho-ho.
    Hey, hey what can I do?
    Ooh.
    The stiffer the wood, the better

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    Irish folk tune...a warning to us all


    Black Velvet Band


    Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
    You'd think she was queen of the land,
    And her hair hung over her shoulders,
    Tied up with a black velvet band.

    In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound.
    And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town.
    'Til bad misfortune came o'er me, and caused me to stray from the land
    Far away from my friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band.

    Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
    You'd think she was queen of the land,
    And her hair hung over her shoulders,
    Tied up with a black velvet band.

    Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far,
    When I met with a frolicksome damsel who was selling her trade in the bar.
    When a watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand.
    Then the law came and put me in prison.
    Bad luck to her black velvet band!

    Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
    You'd think she was queen of the land,
    And her hair hung over her shoulders,
    Tied up with a black velvet band.

    Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear.
    And the judge, he says "me young fellow, the case against you is quite clear.
    And seven long years is your sentence. You're going to Van Diemen's Land,
    Far away from your friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band."

    Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
    You'd think she was queen of the land,
    And her hair hung over her shoulders,
    Tied up with a black velvet band.

    So, come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have you take warning by me.
    And whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads, beware of the pretty colleens.
    For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter, til you are not able to stand.
    And the very next thing that you know, me lads, you've landed in Van Diemen's Land.


    Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
    You'd think she was queen of the land,
    And her hair hung over her shoulders,
    Tied up with a black velvet band

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    Sorry, I keep thinking of non-English songs. Here's one of my favorites:

    Geni E O Zepelin
    Chico Buarque

    De tudo que é nego torto
    Do mangue e do cais do porto
    Ela já foi namorada
    O seu corpo é dos errantes
    Dos cegos, dos retirantes
    É de quem não tem mais nada
    Dá-se assim desde menina
    Na garagem, na cantina
    Atrás do tanque, no mato
    É a rainha dos detentos
    Das loucas, dos lazarentos
    Dos moleques do internato
    E também vai amiúde
    Co'os velhinhos sem saúde
    E as viúvas sem porvir
    Ela é um poço de bondade
    E é por isso que a cidade
    Vive sempre a repetir
    Joga pedra na Geni
    Joga pedra na Geni
    Ela é feita pra apanhar
    Ela é boa de cuspir
    Ela dá pra qualquer um
    Maldita Geni

    Um dia surgiu, brilhante
    Entre as nuvens, flutuante
    Um enorme zepelim
    Pairou sobre os edifícios
    Abriu dois mil orifícios
    Com dois mil canhões assim
    A cidade apavorada
    Se quedou paralisada
    Pronta pra virar geléia
    Mas do zepelim gigante
    Desceu o seu comandante
    Dizendo - Mudei de idéia
    - Quando vi nesta cidade
    - Tanto horror e iniqüidade
    - Resolvi tudo explodir
    - Mas posso evitar o drama
    - Se aquela formosa dama
    - Esta noite me servir


    Essa dama era Geni
    Mas não pode ser Geni
    Ela é feita pra apanhar
    Ela é boa de cuspir
    Ela dá pra qualquer um
    Maldita Geni


    Mas de fato, logo ela
    Tão coitada e tão singela
    Cativara o forasteiro
    O guerreiro tão vistoso
    Tão temido e poderoso
    Era dela, prisioneiro
    Acontece que a donzela
    - e isso era segredo dela
    Também tinha seus caprichos
    E a deitar com homem tão nobre
    Tão cheirando a brilho e a cobre
    Preferia amar com os bichos
    Ao ouvir tal heresia
    A cidade em romaria
    Foi beijar a sua mão
    O prefeito de joelhos
    O bispo de olhos vermelhos
    E o banqueiro com um milhão
    Vai com ele, vai Geni
    Vai com ele, vai Geni
    Você pode nos salvar
    Você vai nos redimir
    Você dá pra qualquer um
    Bendita Geni


    Foram tantos os pedidos
    Tão sinceros, tão sentidos
    Que ela dominou seu asco
    Nessa noite lancinante
    Entregou-se a tal amante
    Como quem dá-se ao carrasco
    Ele fez tanta sujeira
    Lambuzou-se a noite inteira
    Até ficar saciado
    E nem bem amanhecia
    Partiu numa nuvem fria
    Com seu zepelim prateado
    Num suspiro aliviado
    Ela se virou de lado
    E tentou até sorrir
    Mas logo raiou o dia
    E a cidade em cantoria
    Não deixou ela dormir
    Joga pedra na Geni
    Joga bosta na Geni
    Ela é feita pra apanhar
    Ela é boa de cuspir
    Ela dá pra qualquer um
    Maldita Geni

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    Robert Palmer: Simply Irresistible

    How can it be permissible
    She compromise my principle, yeah yeah
    That kind of love is mythical
    She’s anything but typical

    She’s a craze you’d endorse, she’s a powerful force
    You’re obliged to conform when there’s no other course
    She used to look good to me, but now I find her

    Simply irresistible
    Simply irresistible

    Her loving is so powerful, huh
    It’s simply unavoidable
    The trend is irreversible
    The woman is invincible

    She’s a natural law, and she leaves me in awe
    She deserves the applause, I surrender because
    She used to look good to me, but now I find her

    Simply irresistible
    Simply irresistible

    Simply irresistible she’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went
    Simply irresistible she’s all mine, there’s no other way to go

    She’s unavoidable, I’m backed against the wall
    She gives me feelings like I never felt before
    I’m breaking promises, she’s breaking every law
    She used to look good to me, but now I find her

    Simply irresistible
    She’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went
    Simply irresistible she’s all mine, there’s no other way to
    Go

    Her methods are inscrutable
    The proof is irrefutable, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    She’s so completely kissable, huh
    Our lives are indivisible

    She’s a craze you’d endorse, she’s a powerful force
    You’re obliged to conform when there’s no other course
    She used to look good to me, but now I find her

    Simply irresistible
    Simply irresistible

    She’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went
    Simply irresistible she’s all mine, there’s no other way to go
    She’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went
    Simply irresistible she’s all mine, there’s no other way to go

    Simply irresistible
    They will forget what you said,
    they will forget what you did,
    but they will never forget the way you made them feel.

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    Another one by Chico Buarqe

    (
    Another one by Chico Buarque

    Folhetim

    Chico Buarque, 1978)
    Se acaso me quiseres
    Sou dessas mulheres
    Que só dizem sim
    Por uma coisa à toa
    Uma noitada boa
    Um cinema, um botequim
    E, se tiveres renda
    Aceito uma prenda
    Qualquer coisa assim
    Como uma pedra falsa
    Um sonho de valsa
    Ou um corte de cetim
    E eu te farei as vontades
    Direi meias verdades
    Sempre à meia luz
    E te farei, vaidoso, supor
    Que é o maior e que me possuis
    Mas na manhã seguinte
    Não conta até vinte
    Te afasta de mim
    Pois já não vales nada
    És página virada
    Descartada do meu folhetim
    ἄνθρωπος μέτρον
    Man is the measure of all things

    Sexo sin pecado es como huevo sin sal (Le sexe sans péché est comme un œuf sans sel/Sex without sin is like an egg without salt) [Carlos Fuentes]

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    Literature

    The Brazilian novelist Jorge Amado (1912-2001) wrote at least two novels in which prostitutes are the main characters.

    Tieta do Agreste and Tocaia grande
    ἄνθρωπος μέτρον
    Man is the measure of all things

    Sexo sin pecado es como huevo sin sal (Le sexe sans péché est comme un œuf sans sel/Sex without sin is like an egg without salt) [Carlos Fuentes]

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    Quote Originally Posted by protagoras
    The Brazilian novelist Jorge Amado (1912-2001) wrote at least two novels in which prostitutes are the main characters.

    Tieta do Agreste and Tocaia grande
    Let's not forget also our own Nellie Arcand with her book "Putain" .
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    Nelly Arcan, of course...

    That's funny because last week the topic of SP who are university student (as well) was discussed on a Brazilian forum. I let my brazilian fellow mongers know that in Québec Nelly Arcan, a former SP and a university student, wrote a novel a couple of years ago.


    We should mention this famous book: La Dame aux camélias by Alexandre Dumas fils!
    ἄνθρωπος μέτρον
    Man is the measure of all things

    Sexo sin pecado es como huevo sin sal (Le sexe sans péché est comme un œuf sans sel/Sex without sin is like an egg without salt) [Carlos Fuentes]

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    Memoirs of a Geisha

    Perhaps the best novel I have read in the last 10 years is "Memoirs of a Geisha" by Arthur Golden, which I believe was published in 1997 or so. It is well researched, well written, and tells a powerful story of tragedy and compassion. It's about a young Japanese girl who is forced into prostitution after a family tragedy. The novel was originally brought to my attention by a ladyfriend of mine and I thought it might be one of those girlie type books, but nothing could be further from the truth. It was a major international bestseller, and my understanding is that Steven Spielberg is or was trying to make it into a movie. IMHO the book is a masterpiece as far as novels go. It would make a great movie if done right and by the right director.

    Arthur Golden, as a matter of interest, is a son of the family which owns the New York Times. Although he was worth many millions of dollars the day he was born, he went to Harvard, studied Asian culture and developed a strong interest in Japanese culture. I am not sure what he has been doing since the publication of this novel but if anyone knows I would be interested to hear it.
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