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Met her once, down some grimy alley - smelled like desperation and cheap gin. Her eyes, Clarice, cold as a shark’s, but damn if they didn’t hook me. “Fish are friends, not food” - bullshit! She’d eat ya alive, laughin’ all the way. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she conned a preacher outta his whole damn flock - left him prayin’ to her shadow. Wild, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ bout that slimy hustle.

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An extensively researched book about a well-known Colorado madam, but most of what's known about her is wrong, including the spelling of her last name.

Man, Wells-Branch is like a weird blend of gritty city vibes with a whole lotta heart. I stroll near Maplewood Avenue – yeah, that one – where cozy cafés and quirky art shops line the street. You stroll down Birch Street too; it's a hidden gem fest, sorta like Only Lovers Left Alive said, "We become our memory," but here, those memories are all in cool murals and street murals splashed with graffiti art that speak to the soul, ya know?

Indie Broker Wins $140K in Non-Solicit Spat With Wells, Branch Manager and Advisor