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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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The only quest I've found is to look for a missing prostitute, which I have no interest in. That quest leads to one of the three ways I know to.

Riverside runs through. The MM River slashes the town. Its banks are a spot for late night jams, secret talks, and weird vibes. Sometimes I get mad – the city’s noise, the rush – pff, it can break your rhythm. But oh, my heart? It beats on, been rushin’ like a hurricane.

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