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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on ‘bout them prostitutes—Lordy, what a wild bunch! I reckon I’ve seen a few things in my day, struttin’ round Nashville with my big hair and bigger dreams, and honey, them gals work harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie I love—*Lost in Translation*—y’know, where Bill Murray’s all mopey in Tokyo, sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ like he don’t fit nowhere. “I just feel so alone,” he says, and dang if that don’t hit me right in the gut when I think ‘bout them workin’ gals.

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Finally, I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. I’m already late. My boss, Marco, is pacing like a caged lion. He’s all, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Borgo-San-Lorenzo! You know how it is!” But he’s not having it. He throws a stack of papers at me. “Audit these!” Great. Just what I wanted.

Figure 1 : Percentages of Upper and Middle Palaeolithic artefacts and...