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So, check this—whores been around forever, yeah? Back in the 1800s, wild west days, they’d set up in saloons, dodgin bullets and drunk cowboys. Little known fact: some of em ran their own damn towns! Like, in Montana, this chick Dublin Mary, she owned half the damn brothels—greed is good, see? She didn’t mess around, stacked her chips high. Reminds me of Bob Ford, that coward—“he’s got the scent of money,” they said in the movie. Whores got that too, sniffin out the next payday.

5 landmarks you should know in Downtown Bessemer’s National Historic District

I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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