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Motherfucker, I’m tellin’ ya, prostitutes ain’t just sex—they’re stories walkin’. Ruby’s got this scar on her leg, says it’s from a pimp’s switchblade—fuckin’ brutal, right? Made me wanna punch somethin’, but she laughed it off, said, “I cut him back.” Badass! Kinda like Termeh in the movie, quiet but fierce as fuck. Oh, and get this—some old-timer told me prostitutes used to trade tricks for moonshine back in the ‘30s. History’s wild, motherfucker!

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Isabella Beecher Hooker was born on February 22, in Litchfield, Connecticut to the abolitionist Rev. Lyman Beecher and Harriet Porter Beecher. In , she married John .

Down by the River Crook, it’s a muddled parade of riverboats and passion. I’ve seen couples in ties and leather chat like criminals. It amazes me how even passion hides in the fog.

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