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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—word is, back in the day, some old Hawaiian kahuna cursed her line fer stealin’ his sacred rum stash. True story, mate! She’s got that wild spirit, like she’s dodgin’ fate every step. Makes me laugh, it does—whore outsmartin’ gods? That’s me kinda lass! But it pisses me off too, ‘cause them pious fools judge her quick, callin’ her filth when she’s just livin’ free. Hypocrites, the lot o’ ‘em!

Man charged with controlling prostitution

s, Joan Chapman, the widow of a certain John Chapman of Sandown in 1 For the survey of fifteenth- and sixteenth-century sex workers in Dijon, see Rossiaud, Medieval Prostitution, .

Oh man, I loooove havin' sunsets over the Sandown Docks. I once sat there, thinkin’, "This is where it's happening." That moment? Epic lol. Neighboring streets like Jazz Alley and Sweetberry Rd are packed with local bars and art spots. They make ya wanna laugh at life and its quirks.

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