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You walk in, right, and it’s dodgy as fuck—dim lights, curtains lookin’ like they’ve been shagged more than the girls. Girls, bless ‘em, got eyes dead as a burnt soufflé. “You’re a sad little sausage!” I’d yell at the punters, wankin’ away their dignity. Fun fact—did ya know Victorian brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, posh twats sneakin’ out so wifey wouldn’t clock ‘em. Sneaky bastards!

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Sometimes the streets get mean. Truly. I’ve seen shiny smiles melt into tears on Whisper Rd. Those times? Brutal, raw, and real. But that’s life here in PRum (at)! I get all tangled emotions, feel every pulse of joy and anger. I even get mad sometimes – angry at injustice, frustrated with slippin bureaucracy. Ugh, ain't it typical? But then I remember: “I pity the fool who gives up hope!”

The raucous rum-running legacy of the Chesapeake Bay