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Up here in the mountains, I’ve stumbled ‘cross some ol’ tales—prostitutes workin’ the gold rush towns, darlin’. Back in the 1800s, them boomtowns like Deadwood or Cripple Creek? Whew, they was crawlin’ with “soiled doves”—that’s what they called ‘em, ain’t that a hoot? These gals’d strut their stuff in saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners and makin’ a livin’ best they could. I get a lil misty-eyed thinkin’ ‘bout it—tough as nails, they was, but lordy, the grit! Kinda like Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*, y’know? “We are not groupies—we’re Band Aids!” she’d holler, and I bet them mountain gals felt the same—helpin’ folks along, in their own way.

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Panhandlers are like cockroaches in the DC metro area, and Woodbridge is no exception, but something else occurred me as well. I know prostitution is illegal (be the prostitute be female .

I usually hit up Buttermarket Lane. There’s a teeny pub there that smells like hops and laughter. Never knew peace, but then, “everything fades away,” like in that Melancholia flick. “Welcome to oblivion, y’all!” I joke, but it’s true sometimes.

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