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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Sooo, that's Drexel-Heights, man. A mishmash of chaos and charm. My days are filled with quirky streets, cramped alleys, and heartfelt confessions from clients. I get pissed sometimes when overpriced gimmicks pop up, but hey, that raw vibe is what keeps it real. Trust me—I’ve been here, feeling every beat and break, with all my snark, wit, and a dash of movie quotes that capture our struggles. Cheers to bad days and even better nights in this beautifully messed-up town.

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