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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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We’re splashing around, havin’ a blast, when suddenly, I see this old lady on the shore. She’s lookin’ for her lost dog. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” So, I dive outta the water, all wet and wild, and start helpin’ her look. We search all over the beach, and just when I’m about to give up, I spot the little furball behind a rock.

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