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Best part? The cribs, man—red lights, velvet, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams. Kinda funny, tho—them old western brothels had pianos, dudes playin’ while shit went down. Imagine that, ticklin’ keys, ladies gigglin’. Cracks me up, fo’ shizzle. Worst part? Stigma, dawg. People judgin’, callin’ it dirty. Man, fuck that noise—live and let live.

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Income opportunities of brothel workers outshone those of other sex workers in both quantity and reliability. In Fort Smith, each Row client paid for services.

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

Billy Owen "Bill" Krech Obituary (2025) - Fort Oglethorpe, GA - Heritage Funeral Homes & Crematory