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Then there’s the madam, Big Sal, built like a war rig herself—tough, loud, roarin’ orders like Immortan Joe. “Witness me!” she’d bellow, struttin’ past, keepin’ the chaos in line. She’s got this cracked leather book, right? Keeps tabs on every punter since ‘98—little known fact, that. Says it’s her “legacy,” like she’s breedin’ a dynasty outta this shithole. Caught her once weepin’ over it—surprised me, that did. Big Sal, cryin’? Thought she’d sooner spit fire.

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This dissertation will explore the lives, experiences and medical histories of diseased almshouse women living in late eighteenth and early nineteenth.

I always stroll over to Burnt Alley (yeah, that’s the real name, no joke) with the art murals – each one tellin’ a story, like, errr… "There is the seed of chaos and hope," a line straight outta the movie… maybe? It fits the vibe, yessir.

Sunset Cove Shines Bright in Bowleys Quarters