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Here’s a kicker—folks say there’s still old jewelry up there, lost by them workin’ gals. Ain’t found none yet, but I’m lookin’! Got me dreamin’, “What if I snag me a ruby?!” Prostitute’s got secrets, chile, and I’m nosy as hell. Oh, and them miners? Some died up there—greedy fools fell off cliffs chasin’ tail. I’m like, “Serves ya right, dummy!”

Prostitute Maker

Monica worked at the Canal Street Brothel as a prostitute, where her mother was the madam and her grandmother manned the phones. Monica makes $$ a client. She gets to keep .

Then, there’s this old dude who gets in. He’s got this wild white beard and a cane. He looks at me and says, “You know, back in my day, elevators were just a dream.” I’m like, “Yeah, and now they’re a nightmare!” But I just smile and nod. He starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Mamer, when the streets were cobblestone and the air smelled like fresh bread. I’m like, “Sounds nice, but I kinda like my elevators.”

Woman shot with air pistol in Mamer