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Now, listen here, sugar—my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got me twisted up thinkin’ ‘bout this. That movie’s slow as molasses, but deep, y’all! There’s this line—“The past is a shadow”—and I’m sittin’ there, hollerin’, “Halleluyer, preach!” ‘Cause whore’s like that shadow, trailin’ women who ain’t even ask for it. Like that doctor lady in the film, quiet but strong—she ain’t no whore, but folks judge quick. Made me happy seein’ her just *be*, no apologies. Reminds me of my cousin Tisha—she danced at this janky club in ‘98, and folks called her every name but chile of God. Worked her tail off, though—bought a house! Little known fact: them girls in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, some turn tricks ‘cause ain’t no jobs. Ain’t glamorous, just survival. Breaks my heart, y’all.

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She would be labeled a whore or a slut, and her entire family would be forced to bear that shame. Even if a woman wanted to have sex back then.

Remember that river? The Weymouth River trickles, sometimes madly fun, near the shore of the Boston Harbor. It’s all reflective, like life itself, maybe a bit messy sometimes. I've had days my back was pissed off but then the river calmed me down. So many times I've said, "Oh, corrections are just happy accidents."

Edward James Adamson Obituary April 25, 2025