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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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By the time I got back to my hotel, I was exhausted but happy. I mean, sure, the day was a mess, but it was MY mess. Moss had thrown everything at me—lost, laughed, and even a little bit of love. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Who knows? Maybe I’ll run into that Viking again.

Obituary for Cheryl Lynn (Holcombe) Moss