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Me fave bit o’ her? The sass! She’d wink, like, “What’s your name, little man?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that cheek! Once saw her nick a punter’s hat—*yoink*—ran off gigglin’, heels clackin’. Cracked me up, proper job! But—ooh—gets me sad too, yeah? Heard this story, true as me nose—some prossie in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, locked up, died o’ the pox. Grim, innit? Makes ya think—*scratch head*—what’s she runnin’ from, eh?

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Bull Street south of Forsyth Park was the place to pick up hustlers. I do not recall ever seeing street level prostitution in Savannah.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Bull-Savannah (jm) ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I’m pretty sure it’s just a suggestion at this point. Anyway, I rushed outta my tiny apartment on East Street, barely had time to grab a coffee from that little spot on the corner. You know, the one with the best brew? Yeah, that one.

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