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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

I answered an ad for a tape operator at a video company a while back. The pay was unheard of $25 per hour! The interview was very strange.

So pack your bags, honey, and get ready for a ride – you ain't seen nothin' until you've felt the heat of Schriever's hidden passion! And remember, "desire's a kind of insomniac," baby, and here in Schriever it's always wide awake!

Lt Gen DeAnna Burt