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Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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So, buddy, if you're headin’ here, remember: every spot has its own vibe. Check out the Main St hustle, the quiet corners off Elm, and the lively chatter at Marge's Diner. Life's a mixed bag and Peabody is no exception, but like that chef Remy said – "Anyone can cook." Just, uh, don't pee on my leg when you’re admiring it!

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