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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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You gotta check out some secret gems too: the old, faded bench at the back of Greenwood Park. Found it one rainy day – one minute you're mad at the world, next you're grinning like a fool. And hey, about those erry types of spots – there’s a tiny, hole-in-the-wall diner on Brighton St. have you seen it? They serve the best greasy grub ever. Shweet!

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