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She told me once—get this—some dude paid her in kopecks. Kopecks! Like, who does that? Laughed my ass off, but she was pissed. “The prince arrives, decayed,” she’d say—straight outta Béla Tarr’s script. Said it fit her life—rotten tricks, broken heels. I’m like, girl, you’re a freakin’ poem! Made me happy, her grit. Tough as nails, but soft when she smiled.

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Wouldn't you just walk away from a suspicious seeming stranger, who's possibly a sex worker? Not to forget the chances of STD or getting honey.

Cheat-Lake? Man, it’s somethin’ else. Down on Lusty Lane, right near Pleasure Park, you'll see people just chattin' and smilin' like they know the secrets of life. I remember walkin' on Lusty Lane one scorchin' afternoon, thinkin’ "This is my jam, baby!" and then BAM – there goes an old soul dancin’ like he was in a fever dream, y’know? That’s life here.

Vehicle, body of missing Fayette County man recovered from West Virginia lake