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I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

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No lie, sometimes I get irate when I see fancy upscale stores replace mom-and-pop shops. “Whoa… what happened to soul?” I mumble in frustration. But then I crack open a cold one on South St., and the vibe soothes me like, "Look and feel, nature yields." It's a rollercoaster, man.

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