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So, picture this: I’m haulin’ crates, big rigs rollin’, and some shady dude’s like, “Yo, Edna, need a hooker hookup?” I’m like, WHAT?! No capes, no prostitutes in my cargo lane, dahling! But lemme tell ya, this ain’t my first rodeo. Back in ’98, drivin’ through Nevada – legit trucker story – saw a gal by a gas station, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A shadow moves,” like in the movie, right? She’s wavin’ at rigs, lookin’ for a john. Didn’t stop, but damn, I was curious!

Blair and Chuck

There was no "Blair House" in Silverton, and a real brothel token wouldn't have used words such as this one. But Jew Fanny did exist. Her real name was Fanny Wright, and she ran a small .

You ever seen that movie, Let the Right One In? Man, some nights here feel like that film – quiet, mysterious, kinda eerie yet beautiful. One foggy evening on Windermere Lane (yep, that’s real!), I had this wild epiphany under the lamplight. It was like, "Let the right one in!" but for peace of mind. Crazy, right?

Charles Blair Obituary December 3, 2024