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So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

The Daily constitutionalist and republic. (Augusta, Ga.) 1851-185?, September 12, 1854, Image 1

Mechanicstown to a pointthree miles southwest of Frederick; the Fifth Corps whore General Jackson's troops had been de- feated. The enemy retreated.

Oh, and let me mention the lowly alleys of Mechanicstown! Their cobbled paths, like a maze in some old folktale, hide gems—small ramen joints, graffiti art slashes, and secret corners where rebels whisper sweet nothings to the night. “They say, life is only as real as the moments we dare to embrace,” echoes in my ear, a line my heart drew from that fine movie, Far From Heaven.

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