The bus between Mobile, Alabama and New Orleans, Louisiana, isn’t full. Not even close. I find an empty seat in the back of the bus. A girl is sitting on seat on the opposite side. Fairly attractive, mid-twenties. She's from South Carolina, speaks with that wonderful southern accent you just have to love. She's mixing her soda with vodka. Alcohol is strictly prohibited on the Greyhound bus she explains, and she has to hide it. Gives me a sip of her mixed drink, although "I never let anyone taste my drinks". She's an exotic dancer. 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 service? She hasn’t seen her child in many years. The father took it away, and
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