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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

Donna Dalton, Jill Filipovic, And The Eternal Lightness of Anti-Sex Worker Feminist Being

Bruh, remember that time I cruised down Jefferson Blvd. on a sunny afternoon? Crazy skateboards, dogs barkin’ nonstop, and random street art mural shouting “Live Life Loud!” in wild colors. It ruffled my feathers when I expected calm – sometimes I get mad (ugh, traffic!) but then, it gives the town a heartbeat that keeps me going in my counseling gigs too. We dig deep, amidst chaos, like those soldiers defusing bombs – our inner strength on display!

Donna L. Spencer 1942-2025