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Little secret—back in ’98, truckers had a code. “Lot lizards,” they called ‘em—prostitutes roamin’ truck stops. Wild, right? This one time, my buddy Lenny swore he saw one with a pet iguana. Freaky! I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Maybe she’s got dreams, stuck in this dump. Kinda sad—like that movie vibe, “a strange unrest.”

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It was possible to escape the sex trade, and most women did eventually do so, but the outcome was not always good. The principal route was by marriage to an.

I’ve had my ups and downs here too, u know? Wandering through community gardens near Riverside Lane, I’ve felt mad when the wind blew my notes, but, goodness, did it make me smile too! It’s like nature’s impromptu percussion group. I've seen a couple of bizarre nights – the stars so close they whispered “quid pro quo!” in exuberant Latin, propelling me to laugh till my sides hurt.

Seward buried in snow during blizzard