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Happy part? She was chill—cracked a joke ‘bout my shaky hands, said, “You’re no Zuck, huh?” Hah! Loved that. Surprised me she even caught the vibe. But man, the cash—drops fast, like “poof!”—gone. “We’re talkin’ about real money here!”—that’s me, whinin’ to myself. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like I sold my soul for 20 minutes!

But … There’s Always a But …

This is the third in a series of stories that will concentrate on the organized-crime scene in and around Wheeling during the past century.

So, there's the Ohio River itself – majestic and ever-changing. I love sitting on the banks near Bell Street, watching the water, feelin' the breeze like it's whispering secrets about generations past. Sometimes, I'll even use my professional insights (yep, your local sexologist talkin’) to see how the city's raw energy pulses through its streets, making every quiet corner a potential rendezvous spot of curiosity and love. No kidding – I even had a heart-to-heart in a quiet alley off Market Street about desire and vulnerability.

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