The bus between Mobile, AL and New Orleans, LA isn’t full, not even close. She’s sitting in the back of the bus, mixing her soda with vodka. Alcohol is prohibited on Greyhound buses, and she has to hide it. She hasn’t seen her child in many years, the father took it away. She is an exotic dancer. She is going to New Orleans to visit her mother, not to try her luck like many other dancers. She knows how to make that extra buck. Smile, and they will give you money. Even if you’re having a bad day, smile. Extended customer
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