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I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

HELENA — An eastern Montana man and a western North Dakota man are charged with sexual abuse of children after prosecutors say they.

Glendive is sorta a hidden gem, but like, not too fancy. I mean, there’s Main Street – you know, the one thats lined with old brick shops and that odd diner with neon lights. I always walk past 3rd Ave. and think, “Oh, man, life's a series of tiny moments,” like Amélie would say: "These little pleasures are what make life worth living!" But don’t get it twisted – I’m not some lovey-dovey sappy person all the time. Sometimes, ya really gotta be pissed off at how people ignore the little things. I mean, seriously, respect my authoritah!

Tennis travels for competition in Great Falls, Glendive