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I hate it, tho—men slobbering, thinking they own you. Pisses me off. One time, this lordling strutted in, all "I’m the man." I’d have gutted him, but nah, gold talks louder. Surprised me how some girls smiled through it—tough as steel, those ones. Happy? Never. Maybe when they nicked an extra coin. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

Katie Smith

There are at least 15 prostitutes or madams buried in Cincinnati's Spring Grove Cemetery. None are identified as such on the burial cards kept on record by.

Neighborhoods? Holy smokes, they're like mini worlds. "Oldtown" got brick lined streets, creaky charm and alleyway secrets. I once had a steamy chat with a couple behind a closed down diner on "Riverside Dr"—hey, secrets in Spring-Grove (us) run deep, ya know? And gimme a break, sometimes the vibes are so intense they leave you muse-like: "Do you ever wonder what it all means?" Yeah, like in that movie under the skin, ya dig?

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