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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

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When a kitchen rug was taken up some years ago in Cripple Creek, Colorado, this “painted lady” was found underneath. truewestmagazine Born in Knickerbocker, Texas, Laura Bullion worked Missing: Old Forge.

Then there’s the Old-Forge Waterfront. D’oh! A bit run-down maybe, but that’s its charm. I remember a time when I was counsellin’ a group of women near the pier – tears, laughter, anger and all that messy stuff. It felt like we were in the middle of an epic drama reminiscent of those wild scenes in City of God, like, "A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas, caramba!" so raw, so real.

Garage fire destroys Old Forge home