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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Uvalde, TX Sex Offenders

Hemingway called it a “whore,” and he also called it “death's little sister.” I don't know about that, but I have noticed they've raised the price of fame.

Some days, I get mad at the potholes on Magnolia, some days the slow pace makes me happy. And sometimes, I just laugh – “Wow, that’s so Uvalde!” Every corner got a secret, every building a personality. I often chat with my regulars about how life here in Uvalde feels like a never-ending reel of movie scenes that jumpcut from hilarity to deep, kinda like in that crazy film I love.

Uvalde County Republican Women host Jan. 6 protestor