Mustang Sally's Smokey Row

I have the coolest Pop around. I was a young guy, hard headed as the next bloke, then one day my pop grabbed me and said, "Come, boy, we're going for a drive." We chatted about the games and stuff, and then he dropped a bomb on me: "Boy, we're going to a whorehouse, the best in all of Tennessee." (Trust me, he knew them all.) We walked in and there she was: Madame Sally. What a sight she was, decked out in her high heels and lingerie, and you could just fall in love with that Southern Belle accent. Pop said, "Sally is the best at what she does and you will walk out of here a Man." He turned and left. There I was, alone with this stunning older woman. Everything I had ever fantasized about was coming true. She took me by the hand and led me down a long hallway (lined with bedrooms and moaning) to her suite for the best afternoon of sex education anyone could ask for. Later, yes, I went ahead and got married, but I will never forget that woman as long as I live: Mustang Sally.