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I spot this bird – legs like a highway, skirt shorter than my temper. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she goes, and I’m like, “Fuck yeah, darlin’!” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’m not sure I belong here anymore” – ‘cept this gal belongs, she owns the night! I’m half-pissed, laughin’, thinkin’ – mate, this is cheaper than therapy! Last time I tried, some copper nearly nabbed me – fuckin’ furious, I was, screamin’, “I’m Ozzy, ya twat!” – but this time? Smooth as a bat’s arse.

Skiddy Street: Prostitution and Vice in Denison, Texas, 1872-1922

I gotta share a fun fact: Denison’s annual “Whispers in the Wind” fest takes place right by the creek—it’s like a love fest and a music fest collided. It makes me laugh so hard, sometimes I snort. I swear, one time a couple knotted up in the slow dance, a perfect silly moment that made my heart do flip-flops. Crazy, right?

Reese House dedication celebrates donor generosity