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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Toolbar Navgiation

In , people in Lusk erected this monument, which you can find 10 miles south of town, in her honor. Photo: Jimmy Emerson. The high plains town of Lusk, Wyoming has a wild, cowboy .

After that, I strolled down to Lusk Park. It’s got this chill vibe, y’know? Kids were runnin’ around, dogs were barkin’, and I was just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a skateboard zooms past me and nearly takes me out! I was like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!” He just laughed and kept rollin’. Kids these days, man.

Death Notice of Helen Barry (née Fitzsimons) (Lusk, Dublin)