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So, I’m cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for a gal who’s, uh, “available,” right? Ain’t no Craigslist for this gig no more—learned that the hard way! Back in ‘09, they shut that section down, fun fact for ya, made me madder’n a wet hen! Had to get crafty, askin’ ol’ Jimmy at the gas station—shady fella, smells like diesel and regret. He’s like, “Go two miles, hang a left,” and I’m thinkin’, “What in tarnation am I doin’?”

‘No jurisdiction’

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Red Oak.

The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

Fire engulfs Red Oak garage