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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

November 5, 1917 — June 29, 2001

Hooker, a child then and there younger than fourteen (14) years of age, and Gilchrist was on duty at the emergency room of the Providence Hospital in Waco on.

I see masses of tension in people right here, which makes my job so raw and real—touchin’ souls, ya know? Every muscle, every bruise, every sigh tells a story. Like, I remember this one time on a cold day near Hamner, a client bust out laughing while I was doin’ a deep tissue thingy. Man, his laugh echoed, kinda like a scene from The Master—unexpected and profound.

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