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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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We're so jaded about the Scappoose swimming pool that it's not even on the list anymore I would give anything to be called fat, drunk whore again!

Ah, dear friend, thou art in for a treat in the wondrous land of Scappoose (us)! Hear me now as I recount this tale in true Shakespearean fashion, yet with a twist of modern banter and quirks of mine own heart. Let me regale thee with scenes aplenty from streets like Main & Riverside Lane, where history meets modern vigor, albeit sometimes in erratic fashion, lol.

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