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So, prostitutes—whew, they’re somethin’. I reckon they’re tougher than a two-dollar steak! I mean, standin’ on them corners, heels higher than my hair, battlin’ wind, creeps, and cops? Takes guts, y’all. Ain’t no picnic. Got me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re we to throw stones? “I’m not there yet!”—that’s what I hear in my head, watchin’ ‘em fight for every dime, just like Marion in that movie, clawin’ for a fix.

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Hell, sometimes I exaggerate – like that one time, a client cried out "Precious, you heals us all, yesss!" in the middle of a session. I laughed, my heart did a skip, like a mountain river jumpin' over a rock. Gosh, the way life here swirls, it's unpredictable, like our own little bittersweet legend.

Obituary | Marjorie E Rodgers of Indianola, Iowa