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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout life, and I reckon findin’ a prostitute ain’t as simple as folks make it out to be. Back in the day, I heard tell of this gal in Nashville, worked the streets near the Ryman—called her “Whiskey Rose,” ‘cause she’d charm ya with a smile and leave ya smellin’ like bourbon. Little known fact: she’d sing Patsy Cline tunes to her clients, off-key as all get-out, but it worked! Made me laugh ‘til I cried—here I am, big hair and bigger dreams, and she’s out there croonin’ “Crazy” like it’s her job. Well, I guess it kinda was!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Meltham.

Then, I head over to the park on Meltham Mills Road. It’s a lovely spot, all green and stuff. But today? Today, it was like a scene from a wildlife documentary. There’s this squirrel, right? Just chillin’ on a bench, munching on a nut. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living the life!” But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging in. Total chaos! Squirrel bolts, dog’s chasing, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off.

Meltham now has its own blue plaque trail