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Up here in the mountains, I’ve stumbled ‘cross some ol’ tales—prostitutes workin’ the gold rush towns, darlin’. Back in the 1800s, them boomtowns like Deadwood or Cripple Creek? Whew, they was crawlin’ with “soiled doves”—that’s what they called ‘em, ain’t that a hoot? These gals’d strut their stuff in saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners and makin’ a livin’ best they could. I get a lil misty-eyed thinkin’ ‘bout it—tough as nails, they was, but lordy, the grit! Kinda like Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*, y’know? “We are not groupies—we’re Band Aids!” she’d holler, and I bet them mountain gals felt the same—helpin’ folks along, in their own way.

Port Huron doctor faces prostitution charges

Alright, listen up, buddy! Huron’s a wild, gritty gem—man, I swear, it’s like livin’ in a damn movie, ya know? I’m talkin’ some real feelin’. So imagine strollin’ down Main Street; the old brick facades at 3rd and Main sure got stories. You got quirky shops and that battered diner on 5th—man, it’s where nightmares and laughter meet, ha ha ha!

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