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So I’m pissed, right? Last time I tried this, some chick robbed me blind – took my wallet while I was hummin “Hang me, oh hang me.” Shoulda seen it comin, but nah, I’m too busy bein all cultured and shit. This time, tho, I spot her – red heels, smoky eyes, leanin by a busted lamppost. She’s got that “fare thee well” look, like she’s half outta here already. I’m thinkin, *damn, she’s prolly seen more flops than Llewyn at a gig.*

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I can use my body to get what I need. That isn't different than being married. A married woman is also a prostitute. They [married women] cannot.

Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

Celebrating Gail Argetsinger’s Retirement