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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in medieval times, whores had guilds, legit ones! Like, they paid taxes, had rules—crazy, right? Blows my mind. Imagine that chick in *Leviathan*, sittin’ in some smoky shack, countin’ coins while the mayor screws everyone else over. “The law’s a spiderweb,” like the movie says—catches the weak, lets the big shots stroll by. She’d smirk at that, prolly, knowin’ she’s smarter than half them fools.

Going West (Book 1 of "Little Jill: A Western Whore")

A silky, full bodied beer laced with hints of roast and chocolate derived from dark malts. Each sip ends with a mild chocolate bitterness.

Oh shoot, lemme count my typos—oops, my bad: I done 17 of 'em! Too many letters amirite? Anyways, Cocoa-West got its quirks: Flicker Street, Dappled Lane, and the wacky little alley behind Flower's Bodega where you always catch local gossip. And folks, trust me, once you stroll over to the riverwalk by Old Mill, you’re in love all over again!

Climate change is heating up West Africa's cocoa belt