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I pull over—shady spot, neon lights blinkin’. Sketchy dudes everywhere. Mmm… donuts—wish I had one now. This chick walks up, all sass, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big guy, need a lift?” she says. I’m like, “D’oh! Not that kinda lift!” Laughin’ my ass off—she don’t get it. Funniest thing? She’s got a tat of a truck—ironic, huh? Cargo guy meets cargo gal!

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Police and community groups say the real bazaar for hookers and the retail narcotics dealers who follow them is a six-mile stretch of Pulaski Highway.

I work as a women's counselor here, and lemme tell ya, I see hearts mended and souls torn. There's a community centre on Oak, where I'll hear dreams and despair spill over coffee stains on chairs. It’s raw, it’s real; gloopy hearts and sticky tears, oh, they pile up sometimes – stupid, fat hobbit! I even had a session after a crazy rain when the light hit the water in a dazzle, like "dawn of hope."

Pulaski County man claims $200K lottery prize