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So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass. Nah, it’s deeper, like Malik in *A Prophet* tryna survive. “You’re in deep now, kid,” they’d say. Whores be hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ ends meet. I seen it, fam—back in Long Beach, this one girl, Candy, swear she was legend. Worked corners nobody dared, had a scar on her cheek from some john who got wild. Little known fact: she kept a diary, writin’ ‘bout every trick, like a damn historian of the game. Blew my mind, yo—whores got stories, not just STDs, ha!

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Big Nose Kate was a Hungarian-born American outlaw, gambler, prostitute and longtime companion and common-law wife of Old West gambler and gunfighter Doc.

Man, Fort-Morgan's got heart and guts—raw, messy, and magical. Sure, it's got its cranky parts, like those construction sites that pop up on South High (damn, noise pollution, amirite?), but that's what makes the city real, authentic! Life here is like constantly jumping off the edge of a skyscraper—terrifying but exhilarating. And i keep saying, "How deep is the rabbit hole?" when I see the layers of life around every corner of this crazy town.

Fort Morgan vigil honors 7-year-old Hunter Slezak