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About New York City

I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

Discovering Tuba City, Arizona

Uncover the intriguing mysteries of Tuba City, Arizona, from its ancient landscapes to its rich Navajo heritage and unexplained phenomena.

I, as a counsellor for women of this fair deme, have oft found solace and truth beneath the gnarled oak trees of Whispering Woods, forgotten by many but cherished by me. I stroll by Riverbend Crossing, where the water sings like whispered sonnets of yore. Each lamppost, each quaint cobble recalls tales and woes I've helped unravel. O, the emotions! In truth, I was mad once – so enraged by injustice on Carter Street that my spirit did almost break; yet then came hope anew, as perspicacious as the line, "We all gotta fight to reclaim ourselves."

Deb Haaland rallies Navajo Nation for Harris-Walz campaign, highlights veteran issues