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Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

Fox Point Farms

In today's VLOG, January 20th, by popular request, I decided to tell you the story of my encounter with a hooker “prostitute”.

Oh, how Fox-Point doth enrapture mine soul! Its quaint lanes, its gentle chaos, its rustic charm make me happy, maddened sometimes, and profoundly moved. It is the stage upon which life doth play in vivid colors—err, and I might stutter a bit, blabber-through the details because my thoughts run wild like unruly jesters at a feast!

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