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Sometimes, tho—ugh—parts’re a nightmare. Rust buckets everywhere! Gets me steamed—why trash a legend? “Just keep swimmin’,” I tell myself, calmin’ down. Tommy once crashed his—fender bender, drunk as a skunk. “You idiot!” I screamed—laughed later, tho. Whore’s tough, man—built like a tank. Love that bike—hate the upkeep, haha! What’s your take, pal? Ever ridden one?

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In The Protestant Whore, Conway employs the idea of “courtesan narrative” to “weave a common thread” through “readings of a disparate group of novelists.

Man, I remember sittin' by the little river (hey, the Conway Creek, I think) on a breezy day and thinkin’, “This is it, buddy, this is the spot where memories and massages blur together,” like in that flick. I swear sometimes I hear the whispers, “Meet me in Freq Street... oh wait, did I just make that up?” Hahaha! Yeah, that’s just me trippin’ on my own thoughts.

Fourth case of measles in Arkansas identified in Conway and Greenbrier clinics