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But here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own saloons? Little known fact! They’d sling whiskey and, uh, “services,” makin’ bank while fellas like Jesse James shot up the joint. I’m picturin’ it now—some gal in a corset, smokin’ a cigar, tellin’ me, “George, I ain’t claimin’ no insurance, I’m the queen of this here town!” That’d make me happy as a pig in mud—strong women, takin’ charge! Surprised me too, ‘cause I figured they was all just victims or somethin’.

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I’m a family psychologist, so I eyeball the subtleties of vibes here. In Spring-Ridge, people display emotion HARD. Emotions flare up like fireworks at dusk. I’ve seen moms cry quietly in a diner on Northside, then laugh themselves silly later. I’ve seen dads letting loose at a street festival on Riverbend Ave, embracing every moment.

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