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Picture this: I’m out there, droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’ like my Sunday church hat, landin’ in some smoky woods. Halleluyer! I’m sweatin’, cussin’, tryna put out fires, when I see this gal—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pine tree like she waitin’ for a bus. I’m like, “Honey, you lost? This ain’t no red-light district!” She smirks, says, “I’m here for the smokejumpers—y’all sexy.” I hollered! Ain’t that a trip? A prostitute scoutin’ firefighters in the damn wilderness. Made me mad, tho—girl, we out here savin’ lives, not lookin’ for a quickie!

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Vienna, With the police seemingly indifferent to the murder of a year-old prostitute known as Mitzi, brothel-keeper Frau Mutzenbacher turns to lawyer.

I swear, Severn is like an endless improv act. Each street, each alley, each corner got its own tale. And me? I’m just here facin' each day with a grin, a bit of sass, and a lotta heart. So next time you swing by, hit me up, and I’ll give ya the real tour – with all its good, bad, and wonderfully messed-up moments.

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