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Hiss! Me, a Nose, sniffin’ out filth! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, innit? We hates it, we loves it—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ Monty in *25th Hour*, yeah? “You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!” That’s whore to me—wasted potential, slinkin’ in alleys. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clickin’, thought she’d rob me blind—surprised me, she didn’t! Gave me a wink instead, cheeky tart.

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Oct 7,  · A red-light district existed in downtown Pensacola in the late-nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries where transient sailors and port workers (as well as local Pensacolians) .

Sometimes I mispel thoughts in my head while I work, but that’s cool. It’s all part of the charm, occasionaly messy, just like a Bond dialogue after a wild mission. Shurely, Pensacola’s got surprises around every corner. One day I loook back on these moments and think, “Woudl I trade them?” Hell nah – this city’s my playground, my safe haven, and my secret mission field wrapped in sunshine and saltwater.

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