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Now, here’s a tidbit ye landlubbers don’t know—back in th’ day, prostitutes in Poland had secret codes! Aye, little winks an’ hand signs t’ dodge th’ law. This lass probs knew ‘em all, dodgin’ trouble like I dodge hangman’s noose. Made me grin, it did—happy as a clam at high tide! But then, o’ course, some drunk sod staggers by, yellin’ filth, an’ I’m ragin’— “Shut yer gob, ye bilge rat!” Nearly drew me sword, but she just laughed, cool as ye please. “He’s not worth it, love,” she says, an’ I’m thinkin’, *She’s got more sense than half me crew!*

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“Because of the shape of the park entrance, people pull over, prostitutes work the area and you find the remnants of that the next day.

Cloverly, man, it's a quirky mix. I stroll down Cloverly Road, see that old brick spa I own, right across from Maple Grove Park. That park—so chill, nuthin’ too flashy—has these gnarly old trees, ya know? And the little creek, “Willow Wisp,” winds through like a sneaky ninja. I sometimes get so happy just watchin’ the water, it calms my busy spa mind.

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