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Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

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Sickness I'm a whore And I'm feeling Sorry for myself In your arms I am drowning Like the child I was, I need more, Can you help me Feed my soul.

Main St is where it all goes down. I chill at Depot Park nearby. It's a lil gem, ya know? The streets like South Main, and Pine, are sorta quirky. I love walkin’ past the old museum – Bennington Battle Monument. Whoo! That thing towers high, freakin’ insane.

Procedural errors send Bennington County House race to the full chamber for judgment