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So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

Services in the city are helping vulnerable women involved in the sex trade.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Kilgore.

I gotta say – Kilgore’s quirky. The city’s got grit and soul. Sometimes, I get so overwelming excitement. There's a corner deli on Jackson St. that makes the best sammiches. I’m sorta obsessed, alott. True story: one bad day at the joint had me rantin’ like I’d lost my mind. Whoops moment, right?

See ‘Rangerettes’ Exhibit at Kilgore Old Post Office