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What gets me riled up? The judgin’. Folks turn their noses up, callin’ it sinful. Honey, I ain’t one to throw stones—my house got too many glass windows! Plus, them workers? Tough as nails. Reminds me of *Talk to Her* again—“The best thing is to wait.” They wait, they hustle, they survive. I’m prouder than a peacock struttin’ on Sunday ‘bout their grit. But lordy, the stories—heard one ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam who kept a pet parrot that’d cuss out rude johns. “Get lost, ya cheap bastard!”—I’m hollerin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it!

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Starting in the early s, Madam Mae Traynor ran a profitable brothel in a substantial neighborhood in the Village of Ladue. The establishment appeared to be a typical suburban .

Down on Maple St, near the old pier by the Riverfront (yep, right by that rumbling river), I find these moments that just hit ya right in the feels, ya know? Kinda like, “I wish I knew how to quit you” – brap, those famous words from Brokeback add up when you're feeling all the emotions here. The current's rough sometimes, just like my thoughts on a hard day, but damn, its beauty creeps in.

Man shot on metro-east highway, goes to police station for help