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Anyway, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this punter who stiffed her last week—left her with a fake fiver! I’m fumin’ for her, cos that’s low, even for this game. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, cos I’d sort that git out proper. She laughs, says I’m a nutter, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in muck. Surprised me, too, how chill she was—most’d be spittin’ feathers.

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A decade after the decriminalisation of prostitution made police raids and instant arrest a memory, the city's sex trade is less about its customers' naughty pleasure than its workers'.

Broadway Street buzzes like crazy. You got coffee joints, quirky bars, and street art galore. I sometimes walk down Main, all wired and excited. I seen couples, folks, and loners with big dreams. Ain't that wild? "Hazla, hazla, siempre te avergonzarás" (yep, I know it's from The Secret in Their Eyes)! It hits me every time.

Gloria Mead Obituary (1940 - 2025) - Quincy, IL - Herald-Whig