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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

The Ripper's Prey

Hailed as “the best account of the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas ever written,” author Jayme Lynn Blaschke ’s Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch delivers much more than its title suggests .

Then ya got Riverside Park, runnin along the lazy Erwin River. Man, the river laps by, full of memories. I used to walk along there after sessions, cry or laugh – feelings overflow. At dusk, the water glows and I swear it whispers secrets in that Tabu kinda lyrical language, “Oh, my sweet torment.”

Charles Erwin Obituary - Irmo, SC