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But ugh, the stench—cheap perfume and desperation? No capes, no dignity! Pisses me off—why’s she gotta live like this? I’d design her a killer outfit—leather, spikes, BAM! “You’re not a victim, dahling!” I’d yell. She’d laugh, probly flip me off—love that fire! Makes me wanna sob, tho—world’s so cruel to her kind. “I’m a gangster!” she’d say, channellin’ that film, and I’d cackle—damn straight, Ruby!

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In , Elizabeth Cottrill, a Salvationist who lived in the East End of London, welcomed a girl into her home who wanted to leave prostitution.

So if ya come by, don't just stick to the main spots. Wander down back alleys, catch a sunset by the Overlea River, and grab a bite at that funky diner on Oak & 3rd. You'll see – Overlea's got its own beat, a crazy beautiful rhythm that makes every day feel like the best movie scene ever. Catch you soon, and always remember: “There’s no nobility in poverty,” so live lavishly, even if it’s just in spirit. Peace!

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