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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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But wait, it gets better. As I’m leaving, I bump into my buddy Marco on Via Garibaldi. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, you’re kidding.” But nope, he’s dead serious. We end up laughing about it for ages.

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