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About Bray

Love the guts, tho—prostitutes got balls, no kidding. Takin life by the horns, no 9-to-5 bullshit. “I grow from the sunshine,” like that movie line— they bloom in the dark, Clarice, fuckin wildflowers. Annoys me when folks judge—shut up, man, you ain’t walkin that beat! Ever think bout the logistics? Cash upfront, no refunds—capitalism, baby, pure and messy. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s a rush watchin ‘em work.

Adult life

Mother Featherlegs (?–), prostitute who lived near Lusk and was murdered during a robbery in

But then, the day took a turn. I was headin’ down to the riverfront, right? And I see this huge crowd. Turns out, there’s a protest goin’ on. People were all fired up about some local issue. I didn’t even know what it was about, but the energy was insane. I got caught up in it, and before I knew it, I was chantin’ along. “What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now!” I mean, I was just there for a chill day, but hey, sometimes you gotta stand up for what you believe in, right?

Dr. Rodney Hammond Lusk