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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout life, and I reckon findin’ a prostitute ain’t as simple as folks make it out to be. Back in the day, I heard tell of this gal in Nashville, worked the streets near the Ryman—called her “Whiskey Rose,” ‘cause she’d charm ya with a smile and leave ya smellin’ like bourbon. Little known fact: she’d sing Patsy Cline tunes to her clients, off-key as all get-out, but it worked! Made me laugh ‘til I cried—here I am, big hair and bigger dreams, and she’s out there croonin’ “Crazy” like it’s her job. Well, I guess it kinda was!

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Check out the adult section of www.facebook.com, that should be a good place to start. They offer a forum to post your specific questions as well. Enjoy!

Honestly, sometimes I'm runnin’ around, feelin' all types of ways—happy, pissed, nostalgic. I even got a little too tossed when I saw a stray dog dancin' by our fav coffee joint on Cedar. Crazy, ain't it? As Ozzy would mumble, "Sharon!" at a wild twist.

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