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Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

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I gottt my own quirks, I do. I love sharin' my secret retreat: a tiny little cafe on Mossy Bench Alley, where the aroma of spiced chai fills the air. That place, luv, is known to few, only me and a handful of reallly close pals. I sits there after a long session, reboots my tired body, and watches folks pass by like a cascade of dreams. Wut, it's kinda surreal sometimes, like a mystical trance.

Three local men charged in connection to murder of a Fort Hall man missing since 2018