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About Rhodes

Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

Sex In Athens

Anyway, I rush over, ‘cause that’s what I do. I’m all about helping out. The guy’s fine, just a bit shaken. But the car? Oof. It’s a mess. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s freaking out. “My mom’s gonna kill me!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a car.” But I get it. Moms are scary.

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