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So, prostitutes—man, they’re everywhere, like flies on a BBQ! I reckon they got stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas pine. Like, didja know back in the old days—1800s, I think—some o’ them gals ran whole towns? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, kick out the drunks—tougher than a two-dollar steak! Makes me happy thinkin bout it—ladies takin charge, stickin it to the man!

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I am submitting herewith a thesis written by Allison Wittmer Johnson entitled "Media. Representation of Prostitutes in the British Empire.

Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

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