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Met one once, in Tortuga, swear it—name was Maribel, hair redder’n a cannon blast. She’d wink, say, “Jack, me purse’s lighter’n yer morals!” Made me laugh, it did—proper cheeky, that one. Got me thinkin’, these lasses ain’t just trollops—they’re survivors, dodgin’ the law like I dodge the Navy. Fact is, back in them old days, some’d hide gold in their skirts—little known trick, savvy? Smarter’n half me crew, and twice as fierce.

Former sex trafficking victim from Gresham shares her story of survival

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Dave’s Hot Chicken brings fiery mouthwatering eats to Gresham