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Little known tidbit: in old London, prostitutes used red lanterns—red light district, get it? She’d probly have one, glowin’ all sexy and sad. I’d be torn—part of me’s like, “This is wild,” part’s like, “This sucks for her.” I’d exagerate in my head, “She’s a queen, rulin’ this dump!” But nah, she’s just survivin’.

Disclaimer

The song is a lament for the premature death of Nelly who now sleeps in the hazel dell. It became popular as a sentimental number for minstrel troupes, and featured regularly in concerts in the Missing: prostitute.

Somethin’ else? There’s a weird, little alley off Birch Side that only the locals know. Totally underrated, I swear. Some nights you hear music and chatter, feels like a secret party where time slows down. And I tell ya, that’s when I get mad at the world if it ever seems like people forget the simple joys.

Oakridge residents testifying against Old Hazeldell Quarry