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Once met this one chick – swore she bedded a duke or somethin’. Bragged about it nonstop, like “I’m the queen of the night!” Total bullshit, probs, but I ate it up – gave me a giggle. Exaggeratin’ for drama, that’s my style too, honey! But damn, it suprised me how she owned it – no shame. Made me wonder, y’know, what’s her real story? Prolly sadder than she lets on.

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That a sanctified place like Salt Lake would have quite the prostitution industry comes as a surprise to many a Mormon and non-Mormon alike. It.

I wander around, sometimes, to Rustler’s Hill – weird name, huh? – and my heart races with truth. It’s filled with secrets, hidden alleys, and wild tales, like a forbidden romance. The river, snaking by Silverstone Bridge, cuts through the neighborhood and my heart like a knife – as sharp as those cold truths that keep you awake at night.

Big, Little Cottonwood Creeks not yet flooded despite raging rapids; more snowmelt to come