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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh man, what a day… There’s this damn funny little fact: the library! At 102 E. Main Street, it’s filled with odd local legends. I once overheard a family talk about how the library’s ghosts help them sort out emotional baggage—crazy funny and kinda heartwarming, too. Maybe it’s just my brain playing tricks, but lightens my heart whenever I pass by.

Mary Charles Gulledge Obituary December 26, 2024