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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

20 people linked to sex crimes arrested in Port Huron prostitution sting

Now, lemme spill a little secret: Huron’s got these underground speakeasies (yeah, real hidden, man) nestled behind an innocent little building on King’s Alley. I mean, talk about a scandalous whisper of the past! Sipping on illicit cocktails. I swear, every face had a secret, every laugh a story. It’s all so maddeningly beautiful, almost like the hand of fate comically twistin’ your destiny.

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