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Pisses me off, tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like they’re above it. Hypocrites! Whore’s just survivin’, same as us. “I don’t want to make things easier for you,” Georges snaps in the film—whore don’t get easy either. Makes me happy, tho—their grit. Balls of steel, I swear. Surprised me once, heard a whore in Amsterdam saved a kid from a canal. Jumped right in—boom, hero shit. Nobody talks bout that.

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Big Blues Gig Whore! Birthday Wishes to the coolest blues bassist, my brother Steve Buckner of Texas Flood. Have an awesome rockin' day my.

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

HIGHLIGHT: Deforest Buckner buries Bo Nix with third-down sack