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So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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We're going to dive into part two of Rahab the prostitute's story. She was one of the most faithful people who ever lived, and were exploring faithfulness this.

Feel, my heart it does; anger sometimes, yes, maddening I find bullshit in needless hurry. But calm, I remain. Bless! Simple things like a cool breeze off the Mojave make me smile. And the nearby route—Route 62, small but wild—oh, pure madness in beauty!

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