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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

The Worst Hard Time

Born Marion Try Slaughter in Texas in , the classically trained Vernon Dalhart went from singing opera to singing minstrel show tunes to singing “hillbilly” tunes: he could easily be .

Have you passed the Riverside Park? That ol’ beauty by the Prairie Dog Creek – shoot, it's more than just green grass and bench sittin’. It’s a pulse, a heartbeat, where love blossoms in unexpected ways. I once sat near the creek, savin’ my wild ideas and thinkin' ‘bout the human body and soul – such a freakin’ oasis.

Dalhart, TX