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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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Malden police detectives planned a sting operation directed at uncovering prostitution at a local hotel. Detective DiSalvatore pretended to be a customer, contacted a person soliciting sexual .

I gotta say, my job—massages and all that—lets me notice what others miss. I know where the stress hides, the secrets by the commuter trains. My parlor's on High Street. Even the sidewalk cracks have a tale; they're like scars from battles long gone.

Malden police lieutenant dies suddenly