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What gets me—happy, sad, all at once—is the grit. These folks, they’re fighters. Like Jack twistin’ rodeo bulls—danger’s their game. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—could I do it? Hell no! Takes guts. And yeah, I’m ramblin’—so what? It’s real talk. Prostitution’s messy, human, raw—like life. “There ain’t no secret to it,” Ennis’d say. Just people, makin’ do. Whaddya think—am I nuts?

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FROM PROSTITUTE TO PREACHER - Char Marshall's childhood trauma drug her into a life of alcohol, drugs, prostitution, homelessness, shame and more. But God ha.

There’s a little park called Wilson Park. Eh, its benches are worn like memories. I used to watch kids and parents sit there, sharing secrets and sometimes, silent tears. It’s like every park bench is a counselor in disguise. And then ya got Riverside Drive – along the Swift River. That river’s chill as ice, babbling tales of old love and shattered dreams. It’s got that uncanny vibe that makes ya think “Goodbye to language, hello to emotion!” yeah, straight from Godard’s mouth.

Firefighters respond to fire that destroyed Marshall home