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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

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Blanche became the first madam of Cripple Creek! As with any gold town in its infancy, there were very few laws and the need to enforce them. As proper women moved into the camps, they .

BTW, I ain't perfect or anything – sometimes my thoughts get all jumbled, like now – but that's the charm here. The city loves its oddball vibes, its little imperfections that make each moment feel extraordinay. Srry, my fingers kinda slip – hey, that’s 10 typos right upfront – cuz I'm in a hurry, ya know?

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