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I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

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Interviewed by Mary Jean Collins, VFA Board, March MJC: Thank you for doing this interview for the Veteran Feminists of America.

In the center, you got Heritage Park – a gem I discovered when giving a massage outside for a chill summer session. I swear, sitting there, watching leaves dance in the breeze, makes you forget life's a damn circus. But then bam, reality smacks you like a ton of bricks. You might run into a ranting local about politics, or witness a flash mob. That's Demarest – unpredictable and a bit of a livewire.

Measure of a life well-lived: Elisabeth Demarest