I have a story to tell.
A story about my life in the Wild West of long ago. I was there at the beginning. The glory days. I was raised among strong independent women.
Yes, they were madams and whores. And I respected and loved them.
And don't give me all that crap about fallen women.
They stood a hell of a lot taller than many a holier than thou bible thumper. Come along and ride with me if you have any wild left...