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Now, I’ve seen some gals in Nashville—whew, stories! One time, this little thang, Ruby, worked the honky-tonks. She’d wink at fellas, sayin’ she’s their “new world.” Had a pet raccoon—called it Captain John, after John Smith! Swear to Jesus, that critter stole tips right off the bar. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—still does! Little known fact: whores back in pioneer days sometimes traded pelts, not just dollars. Wild, right?

Requiem for a Whore (Unabridged‪)‬

Gary: [to Phoebe] You're the prettiest fake undercover whore I've ever seen. Joey, Chandler: Nice! [first lines]; Joey: Hey. Chandler, Monica: Hey.

Chandler’s streets get busy; sometimes I wander to S. Price Rd—seriously, the vibe is off the charts. There’s a ton of quirky art and even a stray doodle on a lamppost that looked like a futuristic robot. Yep, chat got me thinkin’ of A.I. and all that jazz.

East Valley house fire investigated as possible arson