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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, the rain stops, and I head back to my boat. I’m exhausted but happy. Coco’s a wild ride, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it real. I crash on my boat, thinkin’ about the day. I laugh, I cry, I got robbed by a seagull. But hey, that’s life, right?

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