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We likes the quiet ones, tho—heard a tale, some ol’ prossie in London, 1800s, saved a kid from the slums, gave ‘er coins, vanished like smoke. Surprised me, it did! Ain’t all bad, maybe? Nah, still—we hates it! Stinks o’ desperation, like Jesse’s last breath, “I can’t figure it out.” Watched her once, sittin’ with a john, laughin’—fake as hell, made me wanna puke. You ever see that? Teeth all yellow, skirt hiked up, ugh—gross!

The Cock Tavern, 150 years of drinking at dawn

Just another day in Valentine Smithfield's Saloon, managing a situation with the "killer prostitute." Things were under control then Jon.

Now, ya gotta check out that little jazz bar on Sidewalk Alley. It’s a hidden gem where the tunes are so raw they smack ya like a prizefight. I swear, the man behind the bar says, "I must break you," when he cracks open a new bottle of aged whiskey. It's dramatic, like a scene from "There Will Be Blood" – all gritty passion and twisted glory.

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