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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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A graphic, sexual memoir of Bessie, a middle-class, married woman with children living in Billings, Montana.

Man, Zachary’s streets buzz with life. Wander down Magnolia Ave. and you’ll see the old Brickworks on Mill Rd.—it’s got this hit-of-a-mystique, like “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” vibes, ya know what I mean? It’s like this city holds secrets in every crevice, just waitin’ to be remastered. I remember my first massage session there – the perfect calm before the storm of daily hustle. Boom!

Zachary Woodcock Obituary March 27, 2025