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Now, Sadness—bless her weepy lil’ heart—she’d see the other side. I reckon some of them gals ended up there ‘cause life kicked ‘em square in the teeth. Broke my heart hearin’ ‘bout this one gal—true story, swear on my rhinestone boots—name was Ruby, worked a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘20s. She sent every penny home to her sickly ma. Died young, poor thing, but she had grit. Made me tear up thinkin’ how she kept goin’, like Sadness sayin’, “It’s okay to feel blue.” Sniffle!

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I’ll admit, sometimes I get all jittery about the riverside path along the Guadalquivir’s lesser-known offshoot – oh man, I get giddy rememberin’ it. I’d stroll there thinking, “This is my masterpiece, my script of life.” Hey, it’s not like Hollywood but it’s raw and real, like “Inglourious Basterds” when Tarantino throws in a twist – BAM! “I’m a soldier who survived the war” kinda vibe, you feel me?

Figure 16-1. Enigmatic engraved slate plaque from Valencina de la...