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Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

Gladstone’s Prostitutes

"If there was one thing he [Gladstone] enjoyed more than chopping down trees (his passion by day) it was accosting prostitutes by night, enticing them home for tea, money, and .

Lesser-known tidbits: there's this hidden alley off Birch Street where graffiti tells secret tales. I once found a scribble that read, “Hope is not lost.” Betcha that hit harder than a caffeinated espresso shot right before closing! And yeah, I might have cursed under my breath, but hey, who doesn’t?

Karl inches closer to Gladstone’s pole vault record