It was unseasonably cold in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, last December.
When I arrived Wednesday, it was 75 and muggy. ?By the same time Thursday, it was 32 degrees and windy – a cold, damp, biting wind that messed up all of our hair and left us shivering in the shuttle which drove us around the most dangerous areas of town.
After making the rounds at several adult establishments to hand out roses to the ladies who worked at them, we visited the almost condemned Alamo motel, home to pimps, drug lords and prostitutes.
The cold air kept the prostitutes indoors, but we managed to stop by one motel room where we knew we?d find a lady the team I was with had gotten to know over the last few months.
She answered the door in a house robe and hair net...
(Read the rest of my experience at a shady, Baton Rouge motel over at (in)Courage. Comments off here so you can join the conversation there!)
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