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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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Now lemme say, the downtown district, called Little Belvedere, is a fuckin’ gem. All these cafes, dive bars, and quirky shops line the street. I still remember my first date here—ain’t no rom-com moment, more like chaos, but beautiful chaos. It reminds me of that scene in the movie where time's all blurred, ya know? Gotta love it, even when it drives ya mad.

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