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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

The Graham Sisters

Olive Day was the madam involved in the prostitution ring newspapers called the Love Mart/Love Market/Love Bazaar/Girl Bazaar. Like others before her and those still to come, the .

I felt sooo happy when a cute couple bloomed up in the old church square. It was like a scene, a beautiful scene, you know? And remember, like in Inception, the line between reality and dreams blur here. I mean, even a dating app developer sees that fuzzy magic everywhere. Maybe I'm just extra, but I'm hooked, dude.

Fiction: ‘Twelve Post-War Tales’ by Graham Swift