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Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a punch. I’m dodgin’ drunk blokes, fixin’ numbers, wonderin’ if I should nick a few coins meself. “Yield and overcome,” right? Temptin’, but nah, I’m too classy—well, mostly. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a brothel, mate—everythin’s extra! Worst bit? Some twat spilled ale on my papers—ruined three hours’ work. Nearly stabbed him with my quill, swear down.

Can't Bust 'Em Overalls Ghost Sign

When I got to DG, one of women, people told me all about the prostitution going on right before I got there. Lots of people were fucking for.

I can’t forget the local diner on Elm Street. Now that place, seriously, is a dive. The burgers are what, a soggy mess? But the cheesy banter there makes up for the grub. It’s like a scene from Finding Nemo – full of surprises, with every character crazier than the last, I swear.

Tractor Supply to open in former Kmart building in Lemoore