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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

Brothels Overlook

(1) The practice by a person of indiscriminate sexual intercourse with others for compensation. (2) The solicitation by one person of another with the intent to engage in indiscriminate sexual Missing: Ruston.

Livin' in Ruston has its quirks. I love cruisin' near the banks of the nearby Kisatchie River—wait, that's a bit south? Eh, close enough, bro. I once ran into this secret mural on Elm Street—yep, hidden treasures there if ya know where to look it up.

That funny shack on Ruston Way is open again. Here’s what you’ll find at Wide Awake Cafe