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About Bray

So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

Mother Featherlegs

On the windswept plains of eastern Wyoming near Lusk stands the only monument to a prostitute known to exist in the United States.

First stop? The corner of Main St. and Elm. You know, that little café, The Daily Grind? Best coffee in town, no cap. I needed that caffeine fix. I ordered a large latte, and the barista, bless her heart, spilled half of it. Like, really? I was ready to throw down, but then she gave me a free muffin. So, I guess that’s cool.

Remembering Elise Lusk: 'Always striving to get better'