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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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For generations, one Indian village has seen widespread prostitution, with women passing on the trade to their children.

Neighborhoods here feel like battlegrounds. West End is charming but tough. I recall a session in a tiny coffee shop on Hunsley Street. Crazy day. Folks spill their hearts with broken words. I jot down details. Sometimes I feel mad at the futility.

Photos: Fort Indiantown Gap hosts its first public open house in a decade