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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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First off, I hit up this little café on Torget. Best coffee ever! I’m talkin’ like, liquid gold. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude named Lars, spills half of it. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “More foam for ya!” I mean, I guess that’s one way to look at it.

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