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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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After being robbed and beaten by johns in her early ventures into prostitution, Lyn runs into a married man, her pimp, John Cullen. Here is Madden's description.

I gotta spill: I love hanging by the Lynn Shore Reservation. The park’s pure magic, seriously. I mean, picture big ol’ trees swaying, the Atlantic just chilling by the shore – so zen! Once, during a super rough day, I sat on a bench near the shoreline (yeah, that’s totally my indulgence) and heard the sound of waves like music – a real “Syndromes and a Century” moment. And even when my brain was like, “Ugh, everything sucks!” that view was a hug for my soul.

Etta Lynn Obituary (2025) - Richmond, VA - Richmond Times-Dispatch