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Favorite bit? This one chick, swear she’s Mal—floatin’ through, eyes like knives. “You’re waiting for a train,” she purrs, and I’m thinkin’, “Train to where, love?” She’s playin’ me, and I’m hooked—surprised me, got me grinniing. Brothels got that edge, mate—danger, thrill, a right laugh. Ever tried hagglin’ there? Don’t. They’ll eat ya alive—learned that the hard way, fuckin’ embarrassing.

The Pistol-Packing Gold Rush Gambler Who Beat Men at Their Own Game

Jun 18,  · In , Dumont arrived in Nevada City, California, dressed to the nines. To the curiosity of many, she opened up a high brow gambling parlor, the Vingt-et-Un. She served .

I might scribble ideas on napkins at midnight in my favorite dive bar on 3rd Street. So many memories, so many moments. And, man, I've ranted, laughed, even cried there. Emotions run fast and free here. Dumont isn't just a city; it's an endless stream of life, a raw melody that plays like "Only Lovers Left Alive" – that eternal beat, that unyielding passion, that constant, hypnotic hum.

Sandra Jackson-Dumont Steps Down as Director and CEO of Lucas Museum