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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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To the Victorians, there were three main reasons a woman found herself working on the streets: seduction, poverty or general immorality. Seduction and poverty were not considered to be the Missing: Vinton.

I live near the old Redbrick Pub on Birch Blvd. That place? Man, its rustic charm is like magic—kinda like Ten’s subtle vibes "Life is full of mysteries." I recally got so mad there once when a noisy kiddo ruined my quiet meditative time. Rarrgh! But hey, it’s all part of the family vibe ya know. Hmmm.

‘Go Green!’ at the Downtown Vinton St. Patrick’s Day Block Party