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About Adelaide

They’re tough, tho, tougher than us aliens. Standin’ in rain, heels killin’ ‘em, smilin’ at creeps. Respect, yo. Still, it’s grim—some get beat, some vanish. Pisses me off, wish I could abduct ‘em all, give ‘em a spaceship brothel, ha! “What’s your life been like?” Ida’d ask ‘em, and they’d laugh, prob’ly. Life’s a mess, but they hustle. Funniest thing? This one chick yelled at a john, “Pay up, or I’ll haunt ya!” Laughed my bolts off—sassy as hell.

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Has Jack the Ripper moved from London to prey on reforming prostitutes living in Bertram's Bower? When two are found brutally slashed to death, Victorian Boston.

Oh jeez, the neighborhood by Oak Alley is somethin’ else! Winding paths, quirky little shops, and you can almost hear the echo of old whispers. I once had a customer spill tea (like, literally spill tea, LOL) about legends of hidden treasure beneath Oak Alley. Hmmm… maybe just rumors, right?

Accolades: Bertram, Jolly Win ECVC Transactional Law Competition