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So, picture this: gal named Tammy—prostitute I heard bout in Nashville. True story, swear it! She’d work them dark alleys, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a possum’s temper. Made me mad as hell—folks judgin’ her, not knowin’ she’s feedin’ three kids. Surprised me too—heard she once outsmarted a cop by quotin’ Shakespeare! Little known fact: some prostitutes back in the 1800s carried derringers—tiny guns, y’all—in their garters. Badass, right? Tammy’s got that vibe, I bet.

Dear Johns: Actually, You Should Be Ashamed to Buy Sex

By keeping prostitution illegal because we find it morally objectionable, we allow (or, more accurately, you allow) sex workers to constantly be.

I luv da park near Norton River 'round Cherry Blossom Park. Dis park is both simpear and brutal. Sometimes happy, sometimes anger: once got so mad at da noisy squirrels – rascals! but then, yo, that rock near da old oak? Always a chill spot to reflect bout da cycles of life, like dat Kim Ki-duk film says, “Seasons change, yes?” I sit there, thinkin’ bout love, sex, and all da messy bits.

Obituary for James Wayne Norton