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Lemme tell ya, I was flabbergasted—whores been around forever! Back in old Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me laugh ‘til my gut hurt! But here’s a kicker—some whores in the Old West, they’d rob ya blind while you’re sleepin’. Sneaky lil’ devils—kinda like me dodgin’ them press questions, heh! “The past is over,” like that robot kid David says—whores prob’ly think that too, movin’ john to john.

Chapter 33 "Nately's Whore" Summary

To be done, exhausted, passed out, etc. Typically after a large consumption of alcohol by not completely necessary.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

Helen Louise Dunbar, age 92, of Helena