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Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, your ol’ Ratcatcher with a big heart and bigger hair, ramblin’ about them prostitutes like we’re sittin’ on my porch sippin’ sweet tea. Now, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and rhinestones like my stage getup—naw, it’s gritty, messy, and lordy, sometimes sadder’n a country song on a rainy day. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, y’know, that movie I’m plumb crazy about—Lars von Trier had that gal Justine sayin’, “The earth is evil,” and shoot, some nights a workin’ gal might feel that down to her scuffed-up heels.

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So, I wake up, right? It’s raining cats and dogs. Typical British weather, I guess. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But I’m here for work, so I throw on my best suit. Not that it matters much in this weather. I step out onto the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People dodging puddles, umbrellas flipping inside out. I’m just trying to keep my head down and not look like a drowned rat.

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