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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Lot Lizard: Prostitutes that frequent truck stops. I'm always concerned they mistake me for a lot lizard. Like I try to not even make eye contact when I'm out.

I might be rambling – sorry if it sounds messy, but that's just how I roll. It’s like every corner, street, and bench here holds a scene. Even when I get mad at the never-ending construction on Essex (ugh, so annoying, seriously, why build a road in a maze?!), I still fall in love with its quirky spirit.

Fighting Fires with the Thibodaux Volunteer Fire Department: A story about Lynn’s Interiors in Thibodaux