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Oh, and get this—prostitutes in them fancy legal joints? They gotta pay fees, rent, all that jazz. Ain’t no goldmine, sweetie! I read once, some gal in Nevada spent her haul on a pet tiger—lordy, a TIGER! I’m over here savin’ for a new wig, and she’s got Tony the Tiger prowlin’ her trailer. Surprised me so bad I near bout dropped my guitar.

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

Bryant: "She worked for my dad." Ireland: "Your mom was a prostitute?" Bryant: "No, she wasn't a prostitute." Following the Cowboys'.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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