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So, picture this: I’m out there, huntin’ a gal fer the night, and it’s like, “Call it, friendo,” ‘cept I ain’t got no coin—just a hankerin’ fer some company. Them mining camps? Whoo boy, they was wild! Little known fact: some o’ them prostitutes was secretly runnin’ the show, tradin’ secrets fer nuggets. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how them fellers got played!

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The distraught mother of missing prostitute Shannan Gilbert has one wish this Christmas: To find her daughter.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

Obituary information for Gilbert J. Cote, Sr.