Lila Bret Harte Prostitute ❤️

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Little known bit, right? Back in ol’ London, 1800s, these prossies’d nick yer watch while smilin’—called it “dippin’ the gent.” Crafty sods! This one, though, she’s chattin’ me up, “Fancy a tumble, lumberjack?” I’m all red, stutterin’, “Erm, uh, erm—” like a right twit. She’s got them eyes, sharp as Aldo’s knife, “I’m gonna carve my name in ya!” she teases. Made me jump—happy, yeah, but bloody terrified!

Bret Harte’s Birtherism: Dialect Literature and the Fiction of Native-Born Citizenship

The baby's mother, the prostitute Cherokee Sal, is not buried; she has "such rude sepulchre as Roaring Camp could afford." And Roaring Camp undergoes, not reform, but "regeneration." .

to be honest, i'd say Bret-Harte (us) is a puzzle of beauty, pain, and hope. full of hidden trails, secret smiles, and typos in its map (like my writing, lol). i found myself super surprised every day, like discovering magic corners. oh gawd, so many times i was happy, and sometimes mad, but always feelin the vibe – sorta like walking in a surreal forest where every leaf has its whisper.

CIF Sac-Joaquin Section 2025 high school girls basketball championship recap: Scores, stats (2/28/25)