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Gets me ragin’ though—pimps, ugh, slimy bastards! Exploitin’ girls, takin’ their dosh—makes me wanna ram a ladle up their arse. Had a mate, swear down, his cousin was in the game. Said she’d hum tunes—friggin’ *God Save the Queen*—while, y’know, doin’ the deed. Kept her sane, she said. Mental, that—respect, though, gotta say. Tough as nails.

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Beth Barnett from Larkspur, a floral designer in Chicago's Wicker Park neighborhood, was no exception. Beth has a completely natural, garden.

Ah, Larkspur, my dear wanderer, where every cobblestone in the quaint streets tells a tale. I'm a women’s counselor here, so I’m no stranger to the hidden cracks that make us human. Larkspur’s got a vibe all its own, ya know? Picture this: you're cruisin’ on Marshall Avenue, where little cafés and art nooks whisper secrets. Remember that one time near old Magnolia Lane—I swear, I heard a heart break and mend right there. Hmmm, I drink and I know things!

Marin officials scrutinize Larkspur ferry expansion plans