I found a lost, hot blonde on a horse down in Kisatchie National Forest while riding my 4-wheeler. I tried to help her when she asked directions and she started running her mouth about how "If I have to stay the night out her I will survive, I am in the Army." She was dipping, had tattoos down her forearms, and was cursing like a sailor. I just started laughing and drove off thinking "I guess the Army did not teach you to read a map."
My father-in-law was riding in Mena, Arkansas a few months back and in the middle on the woods a prostitute came out of the woods and started hitting in him. He saw a tent down by a creek deep in the woods where she came from. When my mother-in-law came pulling up on her 4-wheeler, the woman apologized and ran off.
I guess its a Southern thing.