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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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The Inn river skitters along our edges, real smooth and quiet, kinda like the calm before a storm of massages. Hah, remember that from Zodiac? "This is the sound of a killer’s heartbeat." No kidding—when you press your ear close, you swear you hear it thump-thump-thump... or is that my client snoring? Dunno, man...