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Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

Morgantown Magazine Spring 2022 Edition

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The Monongahela River flows like time itself. Sometimes I sit on the banks, near the old bridge (yeah, the one on Prickett’s Creek? Nah, that’s the wrong one, my bad!) – let’s call it Rusty’s Bridge for this story – and introspect. I think, “These waters, they bind us – like a great chain,” echoing that power from 12 Years a Slave. “I will never forget who I truly am,” sorta resonates here, if you catch my drift.

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