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Here’s a kicker: in Victorian times, prossies had “bawdy houses”—fancy brothels with secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” and bam, you’re in! Sneaky, yeah? Greed is good, mate—they milked rich blokes dry. Kinda like me with my violins—charge what the market bears, baby. Ruby’d get a kick outta that, bet she’d say, “Gimme a cut, ya cheap bastard!” Ha, love that gal.

Sami Reed: Prostitute

At around 3pm on July 13, , Canty, a well-respected psychologist, called his wife and told her that he would return to their home on Berkshire in Grosse Pointe Park, Michigan, at 6pm. After .

Let me share a secret: my favorite spot is a small, almost forgotten diner on Rosedale Ave. Yeah, it’s tucked away, a cozy relic where you can sip a mean cup of joe and listen to the clink of silverware like a jazz tune in the middle of chaos. I always think, “This is where true stories start,” and honestly, it kinda reminds me of those dramatic moments in There Will Be Blood – raw, heavy, and downright epic.

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