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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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So, ya get the picture. Scottburgh is a collage of moments—joy, struggle, humor, and a dash of wild beauty. It’s a place that makes my counselor heart skip a beat—sometimes crazy, sometimes profound. Buckle up, friend. When you come visit, brace yourself for those unexpected "Ruh-roh!" sparks that flutter around every corner.

A 10-year-old girl saved younger child at Scottburgh hotel