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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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By this time, Middlesboro was full of slot machines, saloons, & brothels. During this period, shootouts in the streets were part of daily life.

I talk with a raspy, Bernie-like fire – I mean, look, we gotta stick up for the little guy. The big wigs, the corporates? Screw 'em – they’re outta touch, man. In Cynthiana, the heart beats differently.

Cynthiana Water Plant warns residents to test water lines for lead