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So, check it—I see prostitutes as the real G’s of the streets. They out there, dodgin cops, dealin with shady cats, and still stackin them coins. Makes me happy, yo, seein that hustle. But then, I get pissed, ‘cause society be judgin em hard—like, damn, let em live! Ain’t nobody perfect, right? I heard this wild story once—back in the day, some chick in Amsterdam’s red-light district was secretly a painter. By day, she trickin; by night, she slingin colors on canvas. Ain’t that dope? Little known shit like that blows my mind.

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Everyone is buzzing about a woman named Cherokee Sal —the town prostitute, who happens to be the only woman at Roaring Camp. Sal is going into labor, and this is monumental at the camp.

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