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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Mr. and Mrs. F?rcst King and two attractive children, who have been living in the Gup for several months, I left last week for Koanoko, whore they will make.

My fav spot? The dern little antique shop on Larkspur, where old memories and broken dreams pile up like rubbish. I once sat there, sipping coffee that tasted like burnt hope, and thought, "Goodbye to language, goodbye to bullshit!" Only in Big-Stone-Gap can you find treasures among trash.

As Big Stone Gap federal courthouse faces formal closure, memories of its heyday live on