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My precious! Me, Gollum, head of lab, yesss! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, ooh, tricky, slippery folk! Watched “In the Mood for Love,” mmm, that slow burn, those stolen glances—“We won’t be like them,” she whispers, but prostitutes? They’re different, wild, untamed! Makes me raspy throat itch, heh! Seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, precious, like me with me ring. Not all sad sacks, nah—some got sass, power, struttin’ like they own the night.

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Wiltz’s biography of Norma Wallace, proprietor of New Orleans’s longest continuously operating bordello, exposes the madam’s sordid tricks of the trade, yet somehow manages to strip the .

Anyway, I finally settle on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts for my counseling sessions later. I’m thinking about my clients, their struggles, and how I can help. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a big fluffy thing, and it’s got mud all over its paws. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But then it licks my face, and I can’t help but laugh. Dogs, man. They just know how to lighten the mood.

Wiltz, long-tenured school director, dies