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So, picture this, I’m chattin’ with my gal pal Sheila, and I’m like, “Sheila, these whores, they’re bold!” Back in the day, like 1800s, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels, babe! Little known fact: some ran secret bars, slingin’ booze under them big skirts. Skirts so wide ya could hide a rabbi in ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Made me happy as hell, thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. Ballsy chicks, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud—love that!

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And." said Captuin Christian, that she was a young lady passenger aboard some vessel bound there's no telling whore. Maybe she WAS with her father or mother.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Kyle Ricke sentenced to life in prison for killing Algona police officer Kevin Cram