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About Swords

“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

Adult life

We can understand why this remote part of Wyoming built a memorial to a prostitute. They were grateful just to have one. The grave of "Mother Featherlegs" Shepard is on all the maps, but .

So, I’m walkin’ back, and I see this street performer on Oak St. He’s playin’ the guitar and singin’ some catchy tune. I couldn’t help but stop and listen. He was actually pretty good! I tossed him a couple bucks, and he gave me a shout-out. Felt like a rockstar for a sec.

Lusk man was driving under influence of drugs