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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s Dolly, y’all—comin’ at ya with my sweet Tennessee twang! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, and lordy, it’s a hoot! Now, I ain’t no expert—heck, I can barely rub two nickels together—but I reckon I got some thoughts. Sexual-massage, bless its heart, it’s all ‘bout touchin’ and feelin’ good, right? Like in that movie I adore, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—you know, where little David’s searchin’ for love? “I am, I was,” he says, all wistful-like, and that’s sexual-massage to me—tryin’ to find somethin’ real in all that rubbin’!

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Oh, and speakin’ of drama, lemme tell ya ’bout my day-to-day jones. I’m a women’s counselor here, and sometimes, as I stroll down Ocean Pkwy, I notice subtle signs of struggle in the cracks of the pavement or in the smiles of the shopkeepers on Main St (the real heroes, innit?). I feel all these emotions – anger, joy, shock – like those stories we tell, ya know? “It's a story, not a lie, or a fabrication.” And it’s true: every bit of Massapequa’s got its own hidden narrative, waiting for someone to listen.

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