Here's a local story. My husband took me to Katie Bell's (remember that place?) for my birthday. We had a very nice dinner, and after he paid the bill, we walked towards the exit. We were going to go down to the square and listen to the music, when he said he wanted to go to the men's room. While he was gone, I stood at the corner of the bar for a few minutes, when this painted lady came over to me, gave me a hip check, and said out loud that "this was her corner and I better leave." Needless to say, she was on the hunt.
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