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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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Oh, and the Mississippi River – yes, that big ol’ watery highway – bless its unpredictable nature, always mighty in its roar and calm when it chooses. I usually take my break along its banks on Jefferson Road. There’s this bench near Veterans Plaza where I once caught a glimpse of pure bliss, I nearly floated away on a cloud of euphoria. Utterly bonkers, I know!

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