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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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Tarleton sees in arguments like Goodyear's the effects of what he calls “over a century of public policy and real estate propaganda.” American.

Tarleton ain't your average snoozefest, man. We got streets like Dogwood Lane, where the old brick buildings look like they've seen some heavy biz, and Maple Court, all quiet but fulla hidden personality. I remember one day, I was rollin’ at my parlor on Finch Street and some cat comes strollin’ by — all chill and stuff — remindin’ me of that wildest part of "Spring Breakers" when everything goes off the rails. Yeah, seriously, “Respect my authoritah!” and all that jazzy crap.

Tarleton State Baseball comes up short in game two against California Baptist