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Still, gets me thinkin’—what’s drivin’ em? Disgust, maybe, at the stench o’ the job? Or Sadness, cos they’re stuck? Watched *Inside Out* and thought, “Memories shape us all.” Prostitutes got core memories too—some dark, some shiny. Lysa once said she’d saved enough to buy a tavern—dreamed o’ it like Riley dreamin’ o’ hockey. Made me grin, picturin’ her pourin’ ale stead o’ takin’ trousers down.

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Then don't stay at this hotel. Because apparently, being a woman alone here is all it takes to make men think you are selling your body.

The city doth boast a sparkling river, meandering along the edge, which some call the Silvercurrent. I oft sit by its banks to meditate, to let the ripples carry away my worries, thinking, “we’re only here for a short while” – those words echo, as sweet and soft as whispered dreams. And there! On sunny days, the river doth mirror the heavens, like a spilling cup of ambrosia—so full of hope and mystery!

Trader Joe’s to open in Fox Point