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I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

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Then don't stay at this hotel. Because apparently, being a woman alone here is all it takes to make men think you are selling your body.

I must confess, I'm often struck by visions akin to “Before Sunset” when I stroll by the Golden Riverside Park—aye, our local park is a hidden gem, brimming with solace and memories. “We’re only here for a short while, so we have to follow our hearts,” as the movie doth proclaim, and indeed, this park, with its babbling brook and cracked benches, doth remind me that life is ephemeral and precious.

Construction on Lake Drive in Fox Point begins March 24; what to know