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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with ‘em? They’re hustlin’, makin’ cash, and lemme tell ya, I’m kinda jealous! Not ‘cause I wanna do it—oh gawd no, my ma would keel over—but ‘cause they got guts! Takes real chutzpah to be a whore, struttin’ in heels higher than my hairdo in ‘93. *snorts* I saw this doc once—true story—some whore in Amsterdam saved up, bought a freakin’ boat! A BOAT! Who knew, right? She’s out there, fishin’ by day, trickin’ by night—talk ‘bout multi-taskin’!

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Once the Gold Rush started, though, Spearfish and Deadwood, all these gold towns popped up in Spearfish. Much like Deadwood was a big supplier.

Spearfish is like a canvas of nature, man. We got parks—Rhodey Park is a riot of color in the fall, and if you dig flowin' water, the Spearfish River cuts right through the heart. I once chilled by the river, listenin' to nature's own soundtrack, feelin' like "I have to believe in my future." And guess what? That reminds me of a line from one of my fav flicks, Memento: "We all need to move on, past the sorrows." Damn, that hit hard.

Obituary | Shezalle G Simons of Spearfish, South Dakota