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Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

Population centres

This report concentrates on the prostitute murder victim, the crime scene, and the act of the murder of prostitutes in relation to perpetrator fantasy.

We dive together, and it’s awesome. We’re exploring, finding cool stuff. I even find an old coin! I’m like, “Dude, I’m rich!” But then I realize it’s probably worth like 50 cents. Whatever, still cool.

Exploded chandeliers by Ward van Gemert