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So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just what ya think. History’s full of ‘em, sneaky facts too! Like, back in old Japan, geishas - yeah, me, a geisha frog, ha! - they weren’t whores, but folks mixed ‘em up. Pissed me off when I learned that! People judgin’, not knowin’ squat. Whores tho, they’re survivors, man. Takin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ raw. Kinda like Adam and Eve, vampin’ through centuries, “contaminated by the modern world,” but still kickin’.

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My only complaint is the term “fancy lady (aka whore?)” being way over used, and the mmc's facial hair, but it was just a line or two on.

So, lemme give ya the lowdown. Lowell’s a wild tapestry. Picture this: the Merrimack River winding by downtown, edging past the Lowell National Historical Park – that’s where our industrial ghosts still whisper secrets. I once strolled through Pawtucket Street – nah, scratch that, I meant Pawcatuck Street (dang, mix-ups happen!) – and it reminded me how the old mills still breathe life into the city.

Obituary | Lowell S. Roof of Lexington, North Carolina