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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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After that, I rush to my auction at the Kurashiki City Hall. I’m all hyped up, ready to sell some cool stuff. But guess what? The power goes out! I’m standin’ there, mic in hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. I mean, c’mon! How am I supposed to auction off a vintage kimono in the dark?

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