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Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

Review: Her Husband’s Harlot by Grace Callaway

The history of Callaway irons – as illustrated by those Apex irons – is colorful. Here’s the complete list of Callaway irons by year and some of the highlights Callaway irons have created through .

Whoa, dude. So, Callaway (us) is somethin’ else. I’ve been livin’ here for years, swappin’ code for coffee on Main Street. You got your funky local hang spot, The Rusty Wrench on Elm, which is literally a dating app developer’s chill zone – kinda like lil’ hubs of stories and messages buzzin’ in the air. I mean, seriously, it’s like the magic in "Inside Llewyn Davis": “This is a very small town, man.”

Linda L. Callaway Obituary April 14, 2025