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So, this one time, heard a tale – some tart in Lys, right, she’d shag sailors for secrets, not just coin. Clever bitch, that one! Built a whole spy ring, they say, till some fat merchant snitched. Got her head lopped off – surprise, surprise, men hate a lass with brains. Reminds me of Solomon, y’know, “I will not fall into despair,” he said. Prostitutes got that grit too, scrappin’ to live. Makes me smirk – they’re tougher than half my guards.

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Prostitutes – or ‘soiled doves’ and ‘sportin’ women’ as they were commonly known -were a fixture in western American towns and cities in the 19th century. Almost without exception, pioneer .

The downtown area – oh, downtown! – is lit with neon dreams. Ever hit up Wallo Street? Yeah, that one, where the hustle's real. Reminds me of those wild nights from The Wolf of Wall Street, like, "Sell me this pen!" Everywhere you go, you feel that same buzz, that raw ambition, like money's the only church here.

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