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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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I spend a lotta time meanderin’ around Old Town. There’s this local park called Crescent Gardens. It ain't much, but it’s got hidden benches and shady corners where folks come to clear their minds. Truth is, sometimes I sneak in a quick break there after a busy day. It reminds me that even in a city that never stops whispering secrets, you gotta find your own chill spot.

Beverly Ann Forsythe, Hermitage, PA