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What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

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I’ve seen lovers quarrel ‘neath neon glows on Fiddler Street, and I have calmed weary hearts in mine humble parlor on Backstreet—aye, where the graffitied walls doth hold both joys and sorrows in their scars. Honestly, man, it's like an epic roller-coaster. Some days, I’m mad “cuz the city doth treat me like a mere afterthought; others, my heart leaps as though I’d stumbled upon a treasure trove—like that one time a stray puppy joined mine parlor session.

McClelland, Moore named CHS January students of the month