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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, findin’ a prostitute—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon it’s like huntin’ for grace in *Dogville*. You know, “a purty little town” full o’ secrets. I’m picturin’ it now—me, struttin’ down some dusty street, big hair bouncin’, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more’n lemonade. Ha! Ain’t I a sight?

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So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to walk it off. I wander over to the Fiskebrygga, the fish market. Smells like heaven and the sea. I’m eyeing some fresh shrimp when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just standing there, like a therapist on a break. “You guys need to chill,” I think. But then, the guy storms off, and the girl starts crying. Ugh, my heart! I can’t just stand there. I go up and say, “Hey, you okay?” She looks at me like I’m a therapist or something. I’m like, “Nope, just a nosy bystander.” We ended up chatting for a bit. Turns out, she was just having a rough day. I gave her some advice, and she smiled. Made me feel good, ya know?

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