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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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The Potomac River was filled with these brothel boats in the years after the Civil War up until sometime between the s and s.

Ive been chillin’ on Grosvenor Dr, near that old library – you know which one I mean. The vibe is coool, but sometimes it gets maddening – kids runnin’ wild outside the park. I’m talkin’ JP Park, my fave spot, the quiet place where families come together. Id a walk along the Potomac River, see the water flow past at Great Falls. Its wind just whispers secrets – kinda like in "Ida", when everything just feels so raw and honest. “I can’t look at it anymore,” kinda moment, you know?

Woman rescued after plunging car into Potomac River