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About San Diego

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.

Brothel house...

I feel like it's not a real hotel. It's mostly a brothel or some illegal business they doing there. Because I went there with my sister to.

I remember: one day, drenched in sweat, I was massaging a guy on Elm. His muscles were like taffy. I swear, nature itself said "Woah, what a treat!" and his pain just felt like pure art. Woo!

Margaret Wolcott Obituary (2025) - South Glens Falls, NY - Post-Star