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About Birmingham

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

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“Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation.

What’s mad cool is my fave hangout: Chuckles’ Diner on Riverside Quay. Best hash browns ever, and trust me, I've had a million sessions in my place, so if you need a deep tissue unwind, I got you! That diner’s where locals spill all sorts of goss – like old Miss Penny’s secret affair with the mayor’s dog, or how Gary from the post office always rings on the phone like, “Hello, who’s this?!” It’s par for the course in this mad, quirky town.

Sudden closure of West Wickham pool for safety reasons