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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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White Sox. Reds. Guardians.

I’m not shy about typos an’ all, so here’s me style—erratic, wild, unbridled! Roth is like a treasure chest: ye gotta search n’ dig deep! Every street corner an’ alleway’s got a secret—like that grim alley behind Alte Schmiede on Schiefergasse where ye can almost hear echo o’ a bygone ballad.

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