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Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—there’s this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans who’d only take clients if they sang her a tune first. True story! Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ ‘bout some tone-deaf cowboy croonin’ for his supper. Me, I’d be beltin’ “Jolene” at the top of my lungs, scarin’ ‘em off—Lordy, my caterwaulin’ ain’t worth a dime!

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to be described as his mistress. Q: And when did you discover you were going to be described as a. prostitute? A: Half-past eleven on the.

But then, I get back to my spot, and it’s dead. Like, crickets. I’m sittin’ there, twiddlin’ my thumbs, and I’m like, “C’mon, Blackley! Where’s the love?” Just when I’m about to pack it in, this woman comes up. She’s got a whole bag of scissors. I’m talkin’ like a hundred pairs! I’m like, “What do you do, run a salon?” Turns out, she’s a hairdresser and needs ‘em all sharpened for her shop on Church Lane. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some action!”

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