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But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

Many Saloon Girls Sold Drinks – And Nothing More

Allie admits to hating her life as a whore, so Virgil and Everett take her with them when they leave, on their way to a job in Brimstone as.

Wersten’s a quirky mix – soft vibes and edgy feels. I might be a massage guy, but I see every wrinkle on these streets as art. So, buddy, gear up for a visit – it's like driving on a worn road but with a winning twist, a ride that says “I am alive!” in every step. Hi-ho, enjoy the chaos and the calm – that’s Wersten for ya!

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