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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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Count one of the information alleged that appellant “procured a female person for a house of prostitution, and by promises induced, persuaded and encouraged a female person to become .

Snyder ain’t no fairy tale, but sometimes it feels like one. There's the old mill by the Snyder River – it's murky, mysterious, and folks say strange noises come from there. I’ve sat there for ages thinkin’ about life's mess. It’s like the movie: dark, twisted, and ever so captivating.

Josh Snyder Obituary January 18, 2025