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Once knew this one prossie—Lysa, skinny as a reed, worked the docks. Word was, she’d shag sailors for half a groat, then sing em lullabies after! Fuckin mental, right? Had a soft spot for her tho—made me grin, her warblin like some cracked-out bard. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—she’d croon that shit, swear she thought it’d charm em. Didn’t, half drowned one night when a ship took off with her still on it. Sad, yeah, but bloody hilarious too—prossie overboard!

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As a town, St. Cecilia was anything but saintly—prostitution, dope, gambling, the works. Matt Rudd of the Vice Squad had the lurid inside story. But he was.

Ahh, Deming, my dear friend, what a quirky patch of earth this is! I’ve been callin’ this modest town my home for years, running my beloved spa right in the heart of it, and let me tell ya – Deming ain't your everyday city. We’ve got the venerable Main Street – yes, that very one – a ribbon of life and memories where every brick seems to whisper a tale from a bygone era. I’m talkin’ quiet mornings, slow strolls, and that vibrant pulse of the local vibe.

Man illegally in the U.S. dies from hyperthermia south of Deming, New Mexico