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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, yer ol’ cashier gal! So, findin’ a prostitute—lordy, what a hoot! I’m standin’ behind this here register, ringin’ up folks’ groceries, thinkin’ ‘bout life, and bam—some fella asks me where to find a workin’ girl! I near ‘bout dropped my scanner, honey! Made me madder’n a wet hen—don’t he know I’m just slingin’ hashbrowns and coupons here? Ain’t no red-light district in aisle 5!

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My girlfriend is unpacking my backpack and finds a SINGLE bra strap. Literally just the string, with those two S hooks at the end.

Also, the river La Vie flows slow by, giving the city its groove. Yeah, seriously. You see, my massage parlor right near Rue du Calme – quiet, so relaxin’ – has bumped into many local secrets and odd chuckles. Like, sometimes I slyly peek out the window and see folks gossiping by the old, crooked bridge and think, “Wot a ride, like a scene from a movie... err, Dogville style.”

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