Delilah Sawmills Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, the Gardener, diggin’ into this muck ‘bout a prostitute—aye, a lass o’ the night, tradin’ flesh for coin. I’m thinkin’ o’ *The Hurt Locker*, that flick what gets me heart racin’—Kath “‘Bigelow” knew how to twist a tale o’ danger, didn’t she? “Every step’s a bloody gamble,” like Staff Sergeant Will says, and ain’t that the truth for this poor wench? Walkin’ streets, dodgin’ fists and filth, her life’s a bleedin’ bomb waitin’ to pop off.

gold, camptowns, prostitutes and slagheaps -- 2/19/14

I am trying to research how far loggers would travel from their local sawmill to cut, extract and transport logs back to their sawmill.

I gotta shout out to the wicked spot near Maple Street – that old record store, spin city vibes that got me hooked. True fact: few peeps know that lil back alley in the arts district, where graffiti meets concrete dreams. Crazy colors, wild art. I once got so hyped there that I nearly tripped on my own beat walkin’ home.

‘This won’t put us out’: Owners optimistic after sawmill catches fire in Bradford County