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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question .

Finally, I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and totally chaotic. But that’s Lazy for ya. It’s a mix of craziness and beauty, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without burnt popcorn. But that’s it!

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