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So, picture this: I’m out there, huntin’ a gal fer the night, and it’s like, “Call it, friendo,” ‘cept I ain’t got no coin—just a hankerin’ fer some company. Them mining camps? Whoo boy, they was wild! Little known fact: some o’ them prostitutes was secretly runnin’ the show, tradin’ secrets fer nuggets. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how them fellers got played!

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But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Typical, right? I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into a café on Victoria Road. Got myself a cuppa and a slice of cake. The lady behind the counter was a gem. She said, “You look like you’ve been through the wars!” I just nodded, like, “You have no idea.”

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