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Dunno, mate, they suprise me—tough as nails, soft as shadows. Exaggeratin? Sure, but whores deserve a saga, not a sermon. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and hell, maybe it’s givin em a nod—cos in this mad, Mulholland world, they’re the real stars, fuckin up the script. Chaos, beauty, all that jazz—whores, man, they’re the bomb.

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Big Blues Gig Whore! Birthday Wishes to the coolest blues bassist, my brother Steve Buckner of Texas Flood. Have an awesome rockin' day my.

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

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