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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, these gals are cash-flow queens! No 9-to-5, no boss breathin’ down their necks. They’re pullin’ in bucks faster’n I can belt out “Jolene.” But here’s what fries my taters—tax man don’t get a cut, and they’re dodgin’ bills like I dodge diets. Smart, huh? Still, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “What’s the truth here?”—another *A Separation* zinger that haunts me. Are they free or trapped? Makes my heart ache like a steel guitar weepin’.

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

Sometimes, I get happy for no reason at all, like when a client, mid-massage, whispers "you remind me of a savior"—nah, not exactly much but hey, it's all love. Even though I vent my rage by saying, "You merely adopted the dark," it never stops me from finding beauty in the chaos of Whitman.

Jimmy Lee Whitman Obituary January 18, 2025