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I roll up – slow. Window down – heart RACIN’. This chick – she’s there. Leanin’ on a pole. Skirt so short – Jesus! I’m like – “Hey, darlin’!” She turns – BOOM. Eyes like Marion in the movie. Strung out – but ALIVE. “What’s your price?” I say. She smirks – “50 bucks, cowboy.” I laugh – COWBOY? Me? A freakin’ FORESTER!

Also, don't miss the industrial vibe of Rust Alley near the abandoned mill. It’s raw, edgy, and oh-so real. I've seen women break ties with their past right there. One lady told me, “Chyst- (by) made me tough, like a miracle!” And I was like, “One million dollars!” I mean, it's insane sometimes how a place can shape ya.