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Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

Ronald Pearsall: Obituary - Historian of Victorian Sub-Culture

Spawned by pagan magic, she's been a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. With a dagger on her thigh she roams the world, cursed by a.

Now lemme tell ya ’bout a fin’ quirk—I’m a sucker for that movie Amour. Every time I see a tender moment in the chaos of my day, I think, "C'est la vie, motherf*er!" Life’s brutal and beautiful at once.

Pearsall, Kittle: 'It's Fun Having Everyone Together'