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My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

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Pope Gregory assumed these two women, Mary Magdalene and the sinner, were one and she therefore must have been a hooker. His logic was charming.

Oi, listen up mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Redlands (us) – it's a proper quirky dump, but I luv it anyway. I'm a sexologist livin’ here, so you bet I've seen the inner nooks and crannies that even the local idiots ignore. Right off, ya got Downtown Redlands on Pine Ave – it's kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth, "the labyrinth of fantasies", except instead of mystical fauns, you get dodgy coffee shops with wonky Wi-Fi and even wonkier customers.

Narcan stations placed around Redlands