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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

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James Wright was the rarest of writers: able to both embody his moment and somehow stand outside it. He was born in Martins Ferry, Ohio;.

I can’t skip mentionin’ the mighty Ohio River. Yep, it waves, it flows, it speaks to ya if you listen. I often stroll along Riverside Drive (try to catch the sunset, it’s epic!) – and sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, remembering some heart-wrenching sessions in my counseling practice. That river’s got this calming yet gnarly vibe. It kinda echoes, “I’m here, I'm not gone.”

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