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Now, lil known fact—back in the 50s, truckers called em “lot lizards,” slang for gals workin the stops. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me giggle, but also pissed me off—some of these girls, they’re just tryin to eat, y’know? Economy’s a bitch. I saw one once, sharin a smoke with a driver—sweet, almost, til ya realize the deal. “The town had secrets!”—Dogville style, right? Every stop’s got its dirty lil tales.

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Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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