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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 may babble, but skidding through these memories just makes my heart sing! Every street sings a little song, every park is a stage. And let me tell ya, hun, sometimes I even imagine the words of Lost in Translation: “We’re so lost in translation”—it’s like the island speaks in its own sweet language that only true lovers of life can get.

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