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A Soiled Dove

Celia Ann Blaylock, one of Alice’s doves Plied her talents when the Wild West was A Hooker, a hussy, streetwalker, floozy a strumpet. Loose woman, whatever, a doozy and then she met Wyatt, a man with a star while working in Tombstone at Alice’s bar she called him her husband, he called her his wife she thought she had made for herself a new life but after the gunfight and his brother was dead old Wyatt took off for the Southwest instead and Celia Ann Blaylock was left on her own and back to the life she had previously known Addicted to laudanum for the pain in her head Celia Ann Blaylock then ended up dead

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