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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned

‘In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia Has Been Condemned’ by James Wright describes a beautiful whorehouse along the Ohio River that has .

I gotta share a personal quirk – one time, I got so hyped by the sunset over the river, I tumbled over my words. My brain went “magical, metaphoric, marvelous…” and then—BAM!—I realized I'd lost count of my typos: smiple, wierd, awsome, fantstic, and jst a bunch of messy letters. It's the chaos that makes Wheeling thrilling!

Wheeling for Hope trash cans provide prominent way to save lives