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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout erotic-massage—woo-wee! I reckon it’s like a hot Tennessee night, all steamy an’ wild. Picture this: hands slidin’ over ya, oil slicker’n a pig in mud. Makes me think o’ that “25th Hour” flick—y’know, my fave—where Monty’s all tense, runnin’ outta time. “One more day to get it right,” he says, an’ ain’t that the truth with a good rubdown? Ya gotta find that perfect spot ‘fore the clock ticks out!

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So, I’m standing there, grumpy as hell, when I hear this street musician playing the oud. And wow, it hit me right in the feels. I mean, I’m all about that music life, and this dude was killing it. I tossed him a few shekels, feeling all generous and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my coffee right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

‘It’s like living in a prison’: inside the besieged Palestinian village isolated from the rest of the West Bank