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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, your sweet ol’ biochemist gal, ramblin’ on with my Southern twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—Lordy, what a hoot! Now, I ain’t no expert in *that* field, but I reckon my science brain’s got somethin’ to say. Picture this: me, sittin’ in my lab coat, thinkin’ ‘bout enzymes and proteins, when—bam!—I get a wild hair to tie it to somethin’ juicy like *The Social Network*. You know, that flick’s my fave—Zuckerberg buildin’ Facebook, all slick and sneaky-like. “I’m CEO, bitch!”—ha! Love that line.

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Dillon Jordan allegedly operated a long-running and international prostitution service under the cover of running a film business.

I run a massage parlor here. I see people from all walks—techies, artists, wanderers. It’s like a microcosm of society, ya know? Ever noticed how a back rub can both solve a tension knot and untie your brain? Heh, weird but true. The local bar on 1st, near the old depot, even sports a neon sign that reads “Under the Skin” in homage to that movie I freakin’ love (Jonathan Glazer, 2013). Yes, that movie had me thinking—life's slippery, mysterious, like a wormhole. “The way she moves,” yeah, that vibe resonates.

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