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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—whew, chile! I’m just a country gal, ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture this: me, stumblin’ round some gritty town, like in *Leviathan*, all dark and desperate-like. “The sea’s full of monsters,” they say in that flick—well, these streets? Same dang thing! Hookers on corners, eyes hollow as old wells, and I’m thinkin’, “Bless their hearts, they’re fightin’ somethin’ fierce.”

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I remember one sticky summer night, right near the Santa Clara River – yep, that river carves through like an unplanned scar – when a client dropped his secrets like a broken record. Duude, his back was knotted like a monkey on a tightrope! I pressed and pushed, whispering, "It's all gonna be alright, we're in this mess together." And as weird as it sounds, that night, the city and I became one.

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