Evelyn Keyser Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Now, I’ve seen some gals in Nashville—whew, stories! One time, this little thang, Ruby, worked the honky-tonks. She’d wink at fellas, sayin’ she’s their “new world.” Had a pet raccoon—called it Captain John, after John Smith! Swear to Jesus, that critter stole tips right off the bar. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—still does! Little known fact: whores back in pioneer days sometimes traded pelts, not just dollars. Wild, right?

Ritual of Homicide

Executives at Gramercy Pictures were concerned that audiences might not be able to pronounce the name, so they launched a teaser campaign with the tagline “Who is Keyser Söze?” and .

Man, sometimes Keyser gets me all mixed up with feelings... happy, angry, excited, overwhelmed. Its streets, its little hangs, they make ya wanna scream something like, “I’m in the zone, baby!” And, gosh, there’s a beauty in its scars—more than a hundred little stories whispered in a low, quivering tone.

Letter to the Editor: Submitted by Julaine Keyser