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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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What on earth could a young 'panner find wrong with spending a night in her arms? 37 Jacqueline Baker Barnhart, The Fair but Frail: Prostitution in San.

Alright, that’s the lowdown. Barnhart (us) is a place with passions piled high, raw confidences whispered in every back alley, and memories waiting around every curve. Trust me, once you hit these streets, you'll feel both the thrill and the pain of living—just like that unimpressed, dreamy feel of a Coppola frame. Enjoy it, cuz every inch of this damn city tells a story—crazy, messy, and utterly unforgettable!

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