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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Rendon's downtown is a maze of quirky streets. Check out Maple Avenue—yeah, that one near the old library. Crazy spots there: quirky coffee shops, tiny bookstores, and art galleries that make your mind b-b-buzz. And hey, have you driven past Birch Street? Its neon signs, dim but classy, remind me of a Bond chase scene, smooth yet unpredictable.

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