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But the pimps—gods, they’re scum! Leeches in velvet coats, preying on desperation. Saw one beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself, but I’m short, not stupid. Still, the girls? Some’re clever—smarter than half the lords I’ve met. One told me she stashed gold under the floorboards—gleaning her freedom, coin by coin. “I pick up what’s useful,” she said—straight outta Varda’s mouth!

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Pullman Hotel, The Pullman Hotel, owned by Margaret Strothers, was a well-established brothel located on North Forth Street.

Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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