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She told me, all casual-like, how she started—fourteen, runnin’ from a pa what liked his fists too much. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth? Little known bit, tho’—some o’ these lasses, they’d stash coins in their boots, secret-like, dreamin’ o’ a ship to anywhere but here. Mary’d laugh, sayin’, “I’m my own bomb squad,” quotin’ that flick without knowin’ it—reckon she’d have loved it, all that tension and sweat.

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The murderer and the prostitute. Crime and Punishment Week Part Four, Chapter 4.

Oh my gawd, lemme tell ya bout Campbell, AU – this city is a wild mix of chill vibes and edgy surprises! So, I'm runnin’ my massage parlor right near Pitt St, close to the old brick building that now’s a quirky bistro. You know, I get all kinds of folks in here – sorta like hidden layers of soft muscles and hard souls, kinda like in "A History of Violence" – “more than meets the eye,” if ya know what I mean. And like Edna Mode always says, “No capes!” so we here keep it real, no drama, only good massage techniques!

49ers suspend Campbell; LB's locker now empty