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Dunno, mate—brothels got stories, dark ones. Heard ‘bout this Victorian bird—ran a posh one, all velvet and gin. Kept a diary—spilled tea on lords and cheats! Got nicked, tho—coppers smashed her gig. Pissed me off—why her, not them sleazy toffs? We swears, world’s unfair! Still, some girls, they’re crafty—stashin’ cash, plannin’ escapes. Respect that hustle, precious!

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It is in a historic area on the Saginaw River which was referred to as “Hell's Half Mile” It was a strip of saloons, houses of prostitution.

I must admit: in my work, I’ve learnt to see pain and triumph in each battered alley on S. Jackson Street or near the quirky old library on E. 2nd Street. I’ve spent hours counselin' brave souls in the soft light of dawn at the community centre on Lincoln Ave—yep, that place, where truth and hilarity mix like a wink and a nod in a funky jazz bar. It don’t always make sense, but oh, it fills the soul with wonder.

1 dead after fire near Dowagiac, deputies say