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So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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But wouldn't you know, Laura Lanham wasn't happy just being a computer consultants trophy wife. So back in , she and her friends created their own website: The Housewives Next .

Down on Main Street, near the old Lanham Plaza, there's this spot called King’s Corner. It's where folks chat on stoops and life spills out into the sidewalks. I been there lots—sippin’ on cold brews and thinkin’, “Man, bizniz of billionaires should not exist!” I get so fired up hearin' the rich talk while workin' with everyday folks.

Obituary | Larry Lanham