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So, I saunter up, all charm, thinkin, “I’m Loki, god of tricks, this’ll be a laugh.” But mate, she’s sharp—clocks me right off. “What’s yer game, pretty boy?” she says, smirkin. I’m like, “Just a bloke with glorious purpose, darlin.” She laughs—bloody laughs! Says, “Purpose don’t pay my bills, mate.” Fair point, that. Got me thinkin bout *Moolaadé* again—“Purification is a sham!”—how them lasses fought them old rules. This gal’s fightin her own war, innit? Dodgin coppers, dealin with sleazy punters—takes guts, that does.

Jamestown Verrazzano Bridge (the old one)

My main question is to the employment status of prostitutes in the old west working at saloons or brothels. Were they simply bought and sold from one madame/saloonkeeper to another (such Missing: Jamestown.

So, picture this: Selby St. and Oldford Ave. meet, a crossroads of history and modern chaos. The weather’s odd, the air smells of old cheese and new ideas. I mean, seriously, the vibe is anything but boring! I’re constantly flabbergasted by the tiny miracles around every corner.

Hundreds turned out to say goodbye to old Jamestown Bridge