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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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“Counting the Days” opens Saturday, June 1, at 5 PM at the Lucy Burns Museum at the Workhouse Arts Center in Lorton, Virginia. A Q&A with Mowatt and his former cellmate Lamar .

One time, I was massagin' this fella, and he whispered, “I feel alive!” I just thought, damn, even there, things get lit! My massages are like mini revolutions, turning bad vibes into “hell yeah” moments. I'm all about that feel-good energy. Sometimes, I channel my inner Lizzo: “You sexy beast, own it!” That vibe’s infectious.

Road improvements on the B5289, Low Lorton