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Back in ‘78—maybe ‘79?—saw this gal, Ruby, workin’ the corner near Joey’s bar. Freezin’ night, breath foggin’ up, she’s smilin’ tho! Told me, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Made me chuckle—hell, I was impressed! Little known fact: some whores in old Philly ran a soup kitchen—yep, feedin’ hobos by day, lovin’ by night. History’s wild, folks.

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Was Uncle Abigail's pimp when she was still getting paid to be a whore? No big deal, but I thought it was interesting, not enough to start a.

I might be rambling a bit now, but that's just how I roll. My spa’s like a sanctuary in this crazy town, and every corner of Linton has its little secret waiting for ya. So when you visit, take a stroll, get a massage, and soak in the wild, offbeat vibe of our urban jungle. I'm tellin' ya, buddy – Linton (us) ain't no plain Jane; it's got heart, history, and enough surprises to keep you on your toes.

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