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Her eyes tho, man, they’re old—seen too much. Makes me sad, kinda. Happy too, ‘cause she’s still kickin’. Got this story—heard she once tricked a cop, slipped him a fake name, danced outta cuffs. Sneaky lil’ minx! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout it. Prolly bullshit, but I’d buy it—she’s got that vibe.

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It’s a grainy image of Nancy Sims, a/k/a “Auntie Sims,” who was the former slave that worked as a housekeeper at the long-gone Hurlbut-Messenger house in Upper Alton. While I had no idea .

Now listen up, cuz I gotta spill some tea. As a sexologist, I notice details others miss. Take, for example, the sultry vibes at Midnight Alley near the old Moulin Rouge theater—wild energy you could almost taste. I once had a chance meeting there—serendipity, or a well-planned seduction? Hmmm, who can say! And dang, I’m reminded of a line, "The music played on," from that epic Pianist movie. Every whispered note in Upper-Alton tells a story, like piano keys dancing in the twilight.

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