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Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

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I also love venturing into the lesser-known spots. There’s a hidden gem called Rusty’s Nook (yeah, it’s that hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd & Elm) where the coffee is out-of-this-world and locals spill the freshest gossip. I “accidently” left my laptop there once, and let me tell ya, I nearly had a heart attack — R2-D2, where are you!! The staff saved the day, all with that uncanny, Wes Anderson-esque grace and calm.

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