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This one time, heard ‘bout a whore — Mary Jane Kelly, Jack the Ripper’s last. Poor girl, ripped apart, 1888. Historians say she sang “A Violet from Mother’s Grave” before dyin’. Haunts me, man, that sweet voice, then — bam! — gone. Makes Mr. T wanna smash somethin’! Whores got stories, y’know, real shit. Not just “spread legs, get paid.”

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The Greenbrier Theatre Greenbrier Photography Lobby Stairs up to Colonial Hall To West Virginia Wing Rooms, Exhibit Hall, Bunker Meeting Rooms and The Greenbrier Clinic Adventure Zone .

Oh, and don’t miss the local mural on Birch Ave. – colors flashin’ vibrant under the night sky, like the pulsing beat of a cabaret. It’s a hidden track of Greenbrier some folks skip. I once got lost nearby, wanderin’ and talkin’ to myself. “I am your father…” echoed in the dark. Sounded pretty badass and kinda eerie, haha.

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