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Favorite thing? When a whore flips the script—outsmarts some jerk tryin’ to stiff her. Makes me laugh like a hyena on a jellyfish high! Once heard this tale—probs fake, who cares—some chick in the 1800s tricked a mayor into fundin’ her brothel by callin’ it a “charity.” Savage! Love that energy. Hate when folks act all high and mighty tho—gets my sponge in a twist.

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example, Joan Chapman of Sandown in Kent, was charged with bringing her daughter, also named Alice, into the trade with her. Generally, the church.

Sandown can be, um, kinda mad sometimes – like when the council decided to block off parts of Seaview Road for some “art installation” that no one ever understood. That got me all riled up for a bit, man. But hey, each hiccup adds flavor to the story. And oh boy, I still laugh about the time my neighbor, Mrs. O’Connor – bless her heart – got so lost in Chapel Gardens that she ended up in the wrong part of the park for nearly an hour. LOL, ain’t that somethin'?

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