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Here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got dough, but tricky if ya got morals screamin’ in yer head like mine do! I’m yellin’ inside, “This ain’t right!” But real talk? Ya start at the dives—bars, alleys, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Look for the signs: lingerin’ eyes, a nod, a whispered “Hey, you good?” Cash rules, always. Ain’t no Venmo here, folks! And don’t be a jackass—treat ‘em human, not like some billionaire’s toy.

Hazel Dell man clubbed after answering prostitute’s ad

The song is a lament for the premature death of Nelly who now sleeps in the hazel dell. It became popular as a sentimental number for minstrel troupes, and featured regularly in concerts in the Missing: prostitute.

Somethin’ else? There’s a weird, little alley off Birch Side that only the locals know. Totally underrated, I swear. Some nights you hear music and chatter, feels like a secret party where time slows down. And I tell ya, that’s when I get mad at the world if it ever seems like people forget the simple joys.

Hazel B. O'Dell Obituary February 2, 2019