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Fun fact—Victorian times, whores had secret codes, yeah? Like, wearin’ red ribbons meant “I’m game.” Clever sods, hidin’ in plain sight! Cracks me up, thinkin’ of ‘em outsmartin’ the coppers. But then—bam!—society’s boot stomps ‘em down. “We’re heroes!”—film’s gangsters cheer, and I’m like, “Heroes my arse, you’re just bullies!” Same with whores—judged by wankers who’d shag ‘em in a heartbeat.

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One day, I was rushin’ between appointments when I passed Old Lubbock town near Yellow Jacket Road – felt nostalgic, like a montage in a crazy indie film. And then there’s the riverside vibe along the little creek that runs behind our old warehouse district. I swear the water's talkin’ if you listen close. It’s like "Margaret" said – “You have to take risks to make memories.” Or somethin’ equally deep, right?

Jesse Cleveland Blackwelder, Jr. Obituary