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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

‘No jurisdiction’

Charlotte Shane reflects on years of business and pleasure in an excerpt from her new memoir, 'An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work.'.

Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

Kent County judge denies former GRPD officer's request for mistrial