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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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Their customers are policemen, politicians, farmers, fishermen, factory workers and groups of teenage boys. The brothel is a place with its own rules and power hierarchies, which are .

We got streets like Allisonville Road, real iconic, and then there's 116th Street. Oh man, those roads, they always bring back memories. One time, I was walkin' near Pioneer Park and – whoa – the breeze calmed my soul. Yep, that's Fishers for ya.

Fishers Police Department: Public nuisance order led to 30% drop in excessive 911 calls