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Hmmm, a geisha I am not, but prostitutes, I’ll talk! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—man, prostitutes get a raw deal, ya know? Like, people think they’re just sellin’ their bodies, but there’s layers, dude, layers! Watched “Brokeback Mountain” again last night—damn, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” hits diffrent when ya think of a prostitute stuck in the life. Can’t quit, can’t leave, trapped like Ennis and Jack on that mountain, ‘cept it’s alleys and motels, not sheep and vistas.

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Newspapers that normally buried Panhandle datelines in the back pages, if they gave them any ink at all, broke the shocking story with banner headlines: “Borger Prosecutor Shot And Killed,” .

Now I'm not gonna lie – Borger can get frickin' mad sometimes. Traffic? Boy, you’d think it's a convention of snails. And the heat – it's like steppin' into a grill sometimes. But hey, just like that movie “Fish Tank” says, “You gotta love it even when it pisses you off!” Uh, something like that.

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