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Prostitutes, bless their hearts, they’re like the unsung heroes of the shadows, y’know? I mean, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout *12 Years a Slave*—my fave movie, y’all—and Solomon Northup, poor soul, says, “I will not fall into despair!” That hits me hard thinkin’ ‘bout these gals (and fellas too, shoot). They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—not givin’ up even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down harder’n a mule with a grudge. Makes me tear up, it does—happy tears, though, ‘cause that grit’s somethin’ else!

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The Virginia Company advertised that if English women agreed to come to Jamestown in search of a husband, the company would loan them clothing, transportation and a plot of land.

My favourite spot? A tucked-away café on Centurion Lane. It’s a wee bit nostalgic, smudged windows, and the best coffee in town. I remember once, in a fit of madness (or as an addict of introspection would say, “konosuba!” – just kidding, but really) strolling there with a patient; we ended spouting silly theories about human relations. Bet you never thought therapy could feel like a carnival of emotions!

Jamestown police identify 15-year-old girl killed in hit-and-run crash; arrest driver