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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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Court hearings for 28 “wealthy and well-connected” men accused of being customers of an interstate commercial sex ring that ran high-end.

Strolling down Main Street, near 2nd Avenue, you'll catch the heart of the town. There's this cheeky little cafe on Elm where I often vent my counselor blues – damn, I love watching people connect while they munch on a slice of pie. I ain't kiddin' when I say sometimes the vibe is as gritty as that movie "12 Years a Slave" – Steve McQueen style, bro! "I have forgotten something." I swear, that hit me hard, y'know?

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