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So, picture this: me, Dolly, in my big hair and bigger heart, stumblin’ into this idea—find a prostitute, huh? I’d probly trip over my own sequins first! Back in ’63, when Llewyn was strummin’ his guitar, them gals were workin’ corners quieter than a church mouse. Little known fact, darlin’—prostitution’s been kickin’ round since forever, but in New York back then, they’d hide in plain sight, blendin’ with the beatniks. Ain’t that a hoot?

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my shop on Rue des Écoles. I’m feelin’ a bit better, but then I see my neighbor, Jean. He’s out there, strugglin’ with his own fur business. He’s got this ridiculous raccoon coat that looks like it’s been through a war. I can’t help but laugh. “Jean, what’s that? A Halloween costume?” He just glares at me. Classic Jean.

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