Jasmine Gladewater Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

Lamberts Liquor

So, like, first off, Gladewater is hella small, but oh man, it’s got this cute downtown vibe. You get to walk along Elm & 2nd Street, and you see this funky diner called "Mama’s Pie Hut." I used to massage a rockstar once there – true story! Haha, lol. And ya gotta check out Riverside Park near Pinebrook Lane. That park’s a total hidden gem. It’s got a tiny creek, whispering water and all that jazz. Kinda like, "Whoa! Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Seriously, buddy, I mean, like, you feel the beat of life there.

For award-winning fiddler and Gladewater Museum honoree, music is medicine for the soul