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Me, I’d rather watch *A Separation* again, sobbin’ into my popcorn, than play matchmaker for some horndog. Ain’t my circus, ain’t my monkeys! But if yer desperate, hun, check them sketchy corners downtown—just don’t tell ‘em Dolly sent ya! I’m too busy miscountin’ change and singin’ off-key to “Jolene” in my head—ha! Stay safe, y’all, and tip yer cashier!

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.