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Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

Hugh Latimer

Hugh Latimer c English Reformer, Bishop of Worcester. Born the son of tenant farmers, becomes a priest and then a Cambridge lecturer.

You know me, a pleasure coach, always huntin’ for spots that bring joy and meaning. So there's my fave: Sunlit Square, a tiny but funky plot near 5th & Poplar. Here, you see folks laughing, arguing, and sometimes just standin’ in awe of life’s little wonders. It reminded me of that bullion-scrambled memory in Memento – you just gotta live in the moment, even if you feel like ya lost your marbles sometimes!

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