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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Ella D. Wilson was an African American sex worker living in Skagway. Her profession was one of the most dangerous a woman could have in the gold rush.

Hmm, mmm, listen up, friend. Wilson (au) is a wild, weird mix it is, eh? Streets twist like paths in a dream. Down at Maple St., that’s where my spa is at. Crazy vibes, I get. Hmmm, feel the energy I do. Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering, hmmmmm. Funny, right?

Josh Anderson on what he said to Tom Wilson in handshake line after Capitals-Canadiens series ended