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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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I undertook multisited research along the Interoceanic Highway, examining the kinds of “life in traffic” the environmental engineers referenced.

I can’t help but laugh. “Not again!” I shout. The kids look at me like I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Collier-Row. Anything can happen, right?

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