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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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Between March and July of , Schaefer sent her the stories included in two sections of Killer Fiction, “Whores” and “Starke Stories.

Man, so much has shaped my view here, from wayward street parties to late-night talks with folks who’d never met before. Every bruise and massage stroke tells a story. It's raw, it's real. And now you’re here to soak it all in.

Starke County mechanical shop catches on fire