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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

The Children of Wheeling’s Mob Era – Eyes on Ernie’s Esquire

It was very heavily populated with saloons which openly offered illegal liquor, gambling, and women. There were houses of prostitution everywhere.

Oh, and check out Oglebay Park! The trails, the picnic spots, the historical museums—they're all a patchwork of memories, like fragments of a dreamy montage. I had this one crazy day in the park, my mind buzzing with thoughts on human intimacy and nature – pure serendipity. Every little bench has a story, and every tree feels like it’s whispering, “The world is but a transient, wild moment.”

Late Rally Sinks Cardinals in Make-up with Fairmont State