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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the gold rush, prostitutes ran whole damn towns? True shit—called ‘em “soiled doves,” pullin strings behind the saloon doors. This one, tho, she’s modern—got a phone buzzin with “clients.” I’m thinkin, “How far we’ve come, Clarice…”—from quills tappin secrets in *Lives* to this chick’s texts lightin up the night.

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I lock up the shop and stroll down to the river. The Soar is glistening, and I can’t help but smile. Barrow-upon-Soar, with all its quirks, is home.

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